Joanne’s joke was on Jane. When we all starting snickering Jane played along, even though I am quite sure she was clueless about the joke being dire...cted towards her. The joke, however, led to the first discussion topic.“Have you ever dated anyone who wasn’t white and if you did, what was it like?”Funny me, I heard 'right' and said, “I married him,” which drew strange looks from the entire group, until I asked, “Did you say ‘white’ or 'right?'"Joanne, our Barbie-like model of the group then told. ”“So what do you want this time?” He crushed his empty can, and tossing it, hit the wastebasket dead center, “Two points!”“You’ll have a different tone towards me after you see this!” He said, rewinding the DVR. “I recorded this and just began to watch it. Remember that Dan guy from Miami, who wrote that book about our ten missing girls and their murders?”“Yeah, you don’t have to fucking remind me again about Dan Davenport, and his fucking book! And it was made into a fucking movie too! ‘The. Even though Mia was wearing their standard school uniform it was not how it was meant to be worn. Her tie was wrapped around her long blonde hair pulling it back from her face, her blouse had three buttons undone revealing a hint of cleavage and with her blazer hanging on the back of the chair it was obvious through the white material that her bra was black. Twisted in her seat she had almost mirrored my son, with a foot up on the bar beneath the adjacent seat and the plaid skirt that should. "I'm going to christen that beautiful ass. But first ... I want to mark her ... so everyone knows she's a slut."The camera eventually steadied, as one of the other men took over recording Betsy's demise. The scene continued with Betsy's face buried deep into Susan's soaked pussy. "Taste it. Can you taste it?" Betsy couldn't believe her eyes and ears. She watched Mel use what looked like a felt pen on her twisting torso. Suddenly she took a closer look at the screen and noticed many dark, red.