”“You sure?”“Of course,” I said. “I love the smell of sweaty hot men.”He smiled. “Do you now?”I smiled back. “Look at me, I'm a pa...le white woman in my forties, of course I do.”“That’s funny,” he said.“I’m Lindsay.” I offered my hand.“Terrance.”We shook hands but didn’t say anything for a minute or so. But he saw me smiling and asked, “Have you smelled many sweaty black men before?”“Not many, just a few.”He laughed again and the driver didn’t seem to be paying attention while we made small talk.. Lauren looked at the five-parallel raised wickedly red wheals and knew to land the sixth just below them and as this was the last stroke she knew as well to increase the force again. As the cane cut in to her step-mums bottom and was momentarily sucked in to the overlapping skin so she watched a now distraught woman of fifty-one cope with what was a very hard cane stroke. The crying filled the room and Lauren wondered whether the sound might have carried to next door.Caroline was thankful that. She responded by moving her ass back and forth.Then it happened. One of the guys knelt in front of her and presented a large, but soft cock. "Suck this bitch". Which she did, with his mates cheering him on. When he was hard, he move away and another cock appeared, which she eagerly worked on. Guy number one was now slipping his cock into her pussy from behind. Nina was being spit roasted. I noticed that a few of them were recording this on their phones, but I dare not try and stop them. . In either case, she was married and folks in town would assume it was her husband who got her that way.It wasn’t something she would ever have conceived of doing intentionally, but when it happened, she welcomed it with open arms.Just as Joe’s women, when they got pregnant, had welcomed his babies with open arms.Bobby, like Joe, was providing a service that, had other men ... the “right” men ... been able, or willing to do so, would not have been needed.Bobby, on the other hand, was not so.