I had been looking up at his cock the entire time since he got up there and my “dicklet” as he affectionately called it was starting to get hard. ... I sat up and tried to cover it up before others saw it.Jim walked around at this point and was standing behind me on the bench. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear “I think my little cocksucker should do some deadlifts and let me see that sweet little ass of yours work, I wanna see what kind of panties you’re wearing today.” Here was a good. The most eye drawing new development of Fatty’s was his right hand which glowed a luminous red. He couldn’t tell when it happened. Perhaps as a result of all the strange colourful mushrooms he’d been eating or the occasional puddle of luminous acrid water he’d been drinking. Regardless of the cause, the effect remained, and that was a glowing red hand.This might sound like a problematic inconvenience, but to Fatty it was a life saver. With everything around him being pitch black his glowing. I set off walking a different road that day., It was fairly crowded and I was approached by very dark,smiling men trying to sell everything from coconut milk fresh from shell to trinkets,ornaments and bracelets. The road was paved but after a while I turned onto a track of hard packed, sand with shacks each side. After a while some men approached asking if I was lost. As is usual there was the barrage of questions about my name which they pronounced Alan instead of Elaine. I instantly knew what. For several rounds the chasers either didn’t come near us, or when they did, they couldn’t catch us. Since my limbs were really the only ones anyone could grab, because Jordan’s were securely wrapped around me like a human version of an octopus, all I had to do was move and pull out of anyone’s line of attack.The initial excitement of having Jordan so close had long since waned, but when one of the chasers finally caught me, my heart raced at the thought of having Jordan latched onto the front.