However, their intention wasn’t simply to breed. They wanted to send a message that they were no longer an unspoken minority in the area, and that ...they were a force to be taken seriously. A young recruit by the name of Hakeem had spoken up. “Perhaps it’s time we took our breeding to the white population of Malibu.” The members murmured and nodded in approval. Apparently, many of the members had seen the white women in the area, swimming in their private pools in bikinis that were barely. Yvette started going into town on Friday nights with Ric to hang out at the Dairy Queen with the ‘Mob’. Most of the Mob readily accepted her . . . . at least all the male members. Several of the girls were standoffish toward her . . . primarily because she was so much better looking than they were . . . and because the girls did not like the ‘competition’. It took a while but eventually most of the girls discovered she was absolutely no threat. The boys would all hit on Yvette, but she. ‘ANITA?!’ he tried again, louder this time. Still no answer. Paul grunted, fought again to stand up, and shuffled towards the guest bedroom. It was empty and, moreover, looked to have been completely cleaned out. Confused, he searched the rest of the house. It was a laborious process, shackled as he was, but he eventually completed it. There was no sign of Anita or her son anywhere. Even worse, the rest of his house was like his living room: completely trashed. It looked like a tornado had. As we were eating I couldn't help not staring at her. After having my cock and balls fondeled by my doctor and having her shove a finger up my ass, my cock got so hard just talking to this woman. After about 20 minutes of talking she told me that she had something to tell me. She told me that she wasn't a woman at all but a transvestite. You could not tell from just looking or talking to her. When I heard that my cock jumped to attention in my jeans. I thought, "damn the best of both worlds.".