A hand slides over her ass and squeezes through her jeans, another slides over her pussy caressing it and giving it a slap. Struggling, she can barel...y move. Jesus Alison what the fuck have you gotten yourself into, she thinks to herself. My dear . . . Alison screams for all she is worth. All is quiet. Is there a problem my dear? Alison turns her head in the direction of the voice, seeing only darkness. You disapprove of me referring to you as My Dear? Silence. Fine then, we will pick something. I started toward town and decided to hit the titty bar. I sat at a table and laid my cell in front of me so I could see when it rang because the music was so loud. I had several beers and thought I had better stop so I could drive. I kept checking the time, it had already been three hours and I was getting anxious so I got up and left. I wanted to ride by the house but was afraid I would be seen so I rode around close to the house but not down my road. I had pulled off the side of the road at. "I love it! Fuck me! I want your cock in me!"Jamal and his other friends, who also enjoyed this long time fantasy come-true-at-last were in a near constant state of sexual frenzy; and though they had enjoyed quite a few gang-bangs in the past, the fact that Mara was white, and married (and with an African bred c***d already), merely inflamed their lustful energies all the more. There was also the element of a rarely spoken of aspect of a kind of racial revenge factor at work. It wasn't Mara,. Ms. Joyce is the Chief Administrator of her father’s research company and in that capacity she is responsible for the work of Professor Benjamin Waldo Jamison. The ‘Professor’, is a long time friend of her father and he’s known her since she was a young child. The ‘Professor’ is working on the theory that the size of a living organism can be changed and he and Art have constructed the first prototype machine to test his theory. Art, without any formalized training, has an innate ability to.