The two black football players left the party with two white (rich debutante type) girls from Katie, Kelli and Mary Beth’s sorority and took them ba...ck to their apartment for the night. (Later Kelli, Katie and Mary Beth wanted me to get all the juicy gossipy details out of those guys about the wild night of sex they had with their sorority sisters. Evidently it was their two sorority sisters first experience with black guys. They must have received the fuck of their lives as some other football. But again, we were fighting mind-controlled innocents. We had to draw out the controlling factor. I still had now worked out how to do that. These guys had the perfect weapon.I had to keep stinging them until they decided to do the job themselves. They had to feel safe doing that, so my legendary second sense had to really be under wraps. I had to work in the club, and still sting them. I had to figure out the police angle. They were just as open to the control as anyone else. All the. I hadn’t seen Allie pleasure herself in all the years we were together. To say that it was so erotic was an understatement, but I also knew it was her private moment.After watching her play, I decided not to disturb her. As I was making my way back downstairs, I heard her scream, “Fuck me harder… fuck me, Marty… harder… deeper… don’t stop… give me your big black cock!”What. The. Fuck?That was not something I wanted to hear. Had I underestimated his power over women? A chill ran through me when. "And who thought the pick-up was just a re-enactment for the camera?" Lyn demanded.Sandy pondered glumly for a moment before conceding with a scowl, "OK, so I'm naive." Aggressively, she pointed her finger at her partner. "But I'm not dumb!" She then turned to Tribune Whitefeather, turning on her most winning smile and completely forgetting her attire. "So, tell me all about this big pick-up tonight."Whitefeather dragged his eyes up from her delightful breasts, whose oscillations were just.