He wouldhave loved to strip her naked from the start, but seeing her utterly humiliatedwas well worth the wait.? He hoped tototally break her before t...his was all over. If all went as expected, there wouldn?tbe anything, no matter how disgusting, that she wouldn?t do. ?It?s time to lose your skirt, slut, and expose that hot,dripping pussy of yours. I can tell that Doug can?t wait to see what it lookslike. I don?t think that he?s ever seen a pussy before,? Edgar taunted. ?Haveyou, Doug?? Doug. "I'm sure not the last," she told me with a wink.Early the next week, I got a call from Kari that she was sick, as was Cheri, and that I should not come over for a while. I did as she asked, and that weekend she asked me to come over. When I did, Kari greeted me at the door in a short robe. She led me to the living room, where Cheri was standing in a similar robe. Kari looked quite nervous so I said, "You're going to tell me eventually; you might as well get it over with quickly."Kari reached. Following the sound, I found a small crowd listening to the threepiece band on a block on Beale Street. This was an event in Memphis, there being ordinances against such things. All three players in the band were blacks, with a drummer and a bass player, and a trumpeter in a straw hat with a bright yellow feather. The fourth member was Stepper, a gangly black kid in loose clothing who was shuffling and tap dancing. The kid's style caught my eye. He seemed very smooth and adept; I had seen. “Well, tell us tomorrow how it went between you two, okay?” My smile widened. “Oh yeah, I will.” I had already given Rachel Sunday to think about if she wanted to do it with me or not. Waiting all that day, with nothing really to occupy myself such as school, fucking sucked. I couldn’t wait any longer. This time, when I asked her again, I wasn’t sure what I’d do if she refused. I waited in my room for her to get home. Several minutes later I heard the house’s door open. I shook with excitement..