I looked at her again. Her dress was still up around her hips, the material flimsy and caked with dirt and crud. She had a pussy full of wiry black ha...ir, it covered most of her lower belly and inched down her thighs. And it was matted in spots with something crusty. I felt sick looking at her."What you starin' at, bitch?" she barked. Diamond Doug laughed. "You guess, Keesha. You guess what the white bitch's starin' at. She's starin' at yo' snatch, ain't she?" I felt my face turning red. "I. I began to see things that just didn't make sense. I decided to try it out in hardware to see what would happen. Certain safety protocols had to be addressed. I had an RPV test bed built with fast Q-bit controls and telemetry.Q-bits are paired subatomic particles that can be read and written to by modifying their spin states. They're horribly expensive to produce along with the equipment to run them, but they operate simultaneously across vast distances.Then, using our drive field generators as. .When I got to the cafeteria, Marco was dressed in a long, flowing red robe with gold trim, wearing several sets of bright green bead necklaces and had a crown of thorns and chicken feathers on his head. He was drinking a cup of chicken blood mixed with herbs.“Omiero,” he said, offering me a sip. I politely declined.He continued, “Keeps the spirits away. I’m also making spirit dolls. I caught three evil spirits with the dolls, two murderers and a thief ... It’s like luring out a snake, with the. The photographer leaves me at the set. I’m splayed out on the bed, totally nude, awaiting my stud. He comes back with the model. FUCK, it’s my ex. He walks up totally nude, big dick swinging as he strides on set. I groan, shake my head. He laughs. The photographer has no idea that we know each other, and he senses the tension. I explain, “He’s my fucking ex and he always seems to find a way to get his big cock in my pussy.”My ex walks right up to me, sticks his half-hard cock near my face..