It scared him a little knowing that one white man was out to get him, an institutional form of lynching that not only lost him the slam but also frust...rated him to the point of stepping off the stage and confronting the judge face-to-face. When he did so, the crowd cheered, because it had all the trappings of a Friday night fistfight. The judge didn’t seem too phased by it, and the emcee stopped Claude in his tracks and advised him not to start anything in the club.It seemed that Claude didn’t. I was bit scared but she said she could handle her. She drank 3-4 peg and then she was open to kiss me on my cheeks, hug me tightly and dance in my arms. I was feeling nervous as she drank a lot but touching her boobs and bumps were awesome. She asked me to accompany her to the washroom, she went inside and pulled me in and kissed me.I was on cloud9 as we kissed and she wanted me to press her ass harder. I pressed her boobs and they were very soft and popping out of my hand. We kissed for. ”Miguel ran the rod over her reddened cunt lips.“No No you don’t have to do it. Please, not there. No No. Fuck me Fuck me, just don’t hit me again.”“OH OH, the little hottie is begging now.”“Beg Bitch.” “Say please.”“Please don’t hit me again. Please Please.”The cane whistled through the air smacking her cunt again, taking her breath away.“That’s ten Bitch.”“More More More.” Everyone laughed. “MORE MORE”“Whaaack”. The cane landed again and again with little time inbetween, another five. *** He just stared at her for a moment, a million memories flying back to him. She looked so innocent, so beautiful. ‘We have to talk.’ she said breathlessly, still in shock that she was actually face to face with him. ‘No.’ his voice was cold and his face was blank, nothing of the Diago she remembered. ‘I dare you.’ she held out her hand, her fingers parted to show the old ratty, somewhat pink bow, he looked down at the one thing in his life that had given him pleasure. Than he looked up at.