“Oh! Mr. Keizer,” Stacy groaned. “Mmmm, yeah. Eat my pussy.”“You fucking whore,” Mr. Kaizer said. “You like that, don’t you?” He rub...bed her pussy with his fat fingers before shoving one deep inside of her. He fucked Stacy’s cunt and sucked on her clitty, making Stacy nearly cry out in pain.“Not so hard!” Stacy cried.“You fucking teasing cunts,” he said, wiping is face. “Stop acting like you don’t like it. Now, get up here,” he said to Cindy. As Cindy stood up, Mr. Keizer plucked Stacy from his. Wanda continued to dance to the music, again moving up and down the stage several times in time to the music, and then turned to face away from the crowd so they could watch as she reached behind her back and slowly pulled down the zipper to her leotard as she swayed with the music.The crowd shouted out catcalls and obscene remarks. The men were on their feet chanting, "Scarlet! Scarlet!"The music blared over the speakers and they all watched her dance. "Come sit on my face, doll!!!!. Arriving at her couch, deep red leather and overstuffed, she turns to me. “You will bend over the back of this couch.” I do think of asking why but an inner voice tells me to accept my fate, and so I bend over as instructed. “That’s it, trust and obey me and you will know pleasure like never before.” My hostess has moved behind me and is slipping loops of silken rope around my ankles. Moving in front of me, she repeats the action with my wrists and as she pulls she ropes taught I find. On and on and on. That's all you think about, all you talk about and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of listening to your voice and I'm sick to death of your one track mind."That pissed me off and I fired back at her that she was a frigid prude and I said a few other things that in retrospect I shouldn't have. She grabbed her night gown and headed for the spare bedroom. She wouldn't even talk to me for the next five days and on the sixth day a man walked up to me and asked me if I was Tom Walsh and.