His anger rose—and then subsided...he was now a broken man.“Captain, spread old ‘Stars ‘n’ Bars’ on the bed,” Sambo directed.The Captain..., with less reluctance than with the previous commands, slowly dragged himself up off the floor. He waddled over to the bed, his pants still shackling his ankles. Then, as ordered, the Confederate officer spread the rebel flag over the bed.Sambo sat his naked and sweaty, fat, black ass back down in the easy chair.“Leasa, stand up, girl.”Leasa Edwards did as. "You expect me to just look the other way when he molested a child," Liz demanded when she could speak again. He powers faded and her eyes reverted to normal as she rubbed her tender check. Eliza growled deep in her chest like a canine and took a step forward but Risa was there and grabbed her sister's arm. "This is Anthony we're talking about do really think he would harm a child," Eliza said, her disgust clear in her tone. Liz opened her mouth to shoot back a reply but Eliza's words sank in. She then started to unbutton my shirt, which was already pretty wrinkled. I tentatively played with the zipper on her dress, and she didn’t stop me, so I started to unzip it slowly. My shirt came off, then my pants, at which point I had managed to get her zipper down all the way. I started to slide it down and she pulled my hands away, and then leaned back, so she was on her knees straddling me. In the pitch black I couldn’t see much, but when she laid back down on me, she wasn’t wearing it. I couldn’t resist. I started laughing so hard I cried. I doubled over, wheezing and gasping for air as every fresh glance set me off on more giggles. If the bartender hadn’t called out a warning, I probably would have been brained by the cocktail tray she hurled at me. But her moment’s pause to grab a champagne bottle gave me all the head start I needed to race back into the safety of the beer cooler. For having such tiny lungs there was nothing petite about the bloody threats and dire v******e.