’The crowd spreads out, creating a circle around Bovine Justice and the leader of the Sugar Skulls. The leader turns to face the heroine. ‘Hello ...Bovine Justice. I know that somewhere inside that limp pile of fuck meat you call a body your mind is strong and aware of everything going on. You’ve fallen for our trap and felt the effects of an SED. And now you’re totally under our control. ‘We could easily march you off and make you throw yourself into the ocean or sell yourself into white. Later, I was in the hallway waiting for the elevator; when a Caribbean lady emerge from Bradley’s apartment. She came and waited along side me. She was around my height of 5’6” but even slimmer. I smiled and greeted her, “Hello; are you Bradley’s mother?”“Why yes, I am?” Her voice was gentle and cultured; her eyes the same brown as Brads. I held out my hand to her, and hers came gently into mine, “I’m Amber Jones; your son knocked on our door the other morning to borrow some milk; he told me. She looks at the man. He has blood red holes in his wrists and ankles. Once he’s beside her he reaches down, and she takes his hand. She feels at peace with the world. The congregation stops yelling and the priest moves back from the pulpit. The man tugs on her hand, and she stands. He leads her off to the side and out a door. They enter a new room. It’s a bedroom. Hal is lying there. The man in white smiles at her and pulls back the covers. He motions her to climb into the bed. She does. A few. She did not want to be outdone by her sex crazed friend. She continued to run her tongue up and down his shaft to his balls and then back up to the top. Brad clearly liked this. She decided she wanted to see how much of this gorgeous cock she could fit in her mouth. Sliding her lips over the top of his head she took his entire head into her mouth. There was almost no room for her tongue, and she bobbed her head on the end of his dick slurping and pumping her lips up to the ridge and back.