”They walked to the garages where Greg selected a truck and climbed up. He adjusted the seat as far forward as it would go. He jumped down again.“...Right, up you go,” he said.Grace did so and sat in the seat. She reached for the steering wheel. She could have taken it being a little closer but she reckoned she would soon get used to it. She said so.“OK. We can adjust its height a bit which might help. Can you see over the top of it?”“If I sit bolt upright but that would become a bit of a. QOS is the acronym for “Queen Of Spades”( it is also the acronym for quality of service, which I find a fitting coincidance).The livestyle typically involves women getting a permanent tattoo on their bodies of a spades symbol with the letter Q on it. But there are many other designs possible, I have seen a lot more creative and kinky versions of the tattoo. It is usually kept hidden but when exposed it basically means that those women are available for all black men to be used. Of course she. " They are still trying." she told him. her now wet hand moved to the side of his face, "What is your name?" she finally asked him."Brick."She smiled, her nose moved toward him she nearly had to stand just to get her face to his, "Brick." she whispered as she pressed her wolf lips to his.Brick's arms moved around her, the rattle of the chain her only warning. her pulled her body against his returning her kiss. now she was standing as he sat on the ground. his thick arms around her tiny frame.. In fact its several large men dressed for a riot - surely your parents haven't called police on you?"Who are you? What's happening?" you whine sleepily"Your parents have given us permission to escort you to our Camp, and we're leaving right now. We need you to say your goodbyes to Mom and Dad and remove your clothes. Let's go, we won't be waiting all night."What on Earth!? Parents gave permission for What?!"Where are my parents? Who are you?!" you protest.Behind the men you notice your mother.