"Gggghhh cough! Splutter! Ugggggg!" The despairing man increased his rhythm fearing his wife might pass out.The black thug was in total control and he... grunted with satisfaction seeing Stacey watch her husband out of the corner of her eye. "He's getting real hard baby." He announced with glee." Likes the sight of you swallowing a fucking hard black cock. Shall I tell him what's in store for his naughty little whore? Stacey didn't acknowledge him her eyes down mouth muscles struggling."A cute. Assuming you are good at it." I'm not good", she smiled back. "I'm great! Once I find an apartment, I'll have you over to prove it."By this time we had arrived at one of the large complexes behind Albertson's and walked to the office. It felt quite natural walking and talking with her, and I went in without thinking. She told the manager her name was Margo, and that she had called earlier about a one bedroom apartment."I'm late for a meeting," the manager said. "Since you called, I'll give you. When they were all present Martha gave a brief outline of what happened, although they had all heard the details already.Then she said to Jacqui, "Your first offence was letting a customer get you drunk; for that you will have six strokes. Then you left the New House of Joy without permission; for that you will have twelve more strokes. After that you let a customer fuck you for free; that should be six strokes per customer, which would be twenty-four because there were four of them and you. Sandy had dressed quite young that night. Very young actually and very sexy. Those feeling that young man felt were not too unlike Martin's. Within minutes of striking up a conversation with this woman/child that he thought he was in control of, Sandy led him away from the party. He woke that following morning in a helpless sort of bliss aware of both his conquest and of hers. He could speak of that night as boys might, and so often do, but didn't dare given the way he woke. He was wearing one.