.. whore"She did as told and her heaving chest calmed a bit. But her legs still fought for anything she could to get away.John smiled and again in a v...oice barely audible instructed her:"Stop kicking and put your legs up on your back side before I pinch your nose shut and suffocate you" as he said this his left hand went to her nose cavity as a threat. His right hand slipped to rest on her inner thighs.She obeyed, bending her legs up. It hurt. She was cramped. Uncomfortable. Terrified. She. “Stop looking at my boobs and tell me what you think of the dress.” She stepped back. It was a typical black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. He looked at her legs. If he didn’t know better, he thought the dress was more like a miniskirt. “It looks good. Bet it cost a lot.” She had been staring at the very big tent in the front of his shorts. She snapped back to reality when she heard her brother’s voice. “I picked it up on sale.” “It looks good.” His eyes went. Cobb sympathized. It wasbad enough to get caned, but worse if you were a straight man to get a whippingfrom another guy, and a black one at that. "Take down yo' pants, Mister Braithwaite in dat corner,dere, I be comin' wit de cane." Cobb tried to look away but it was hard. Braithwaite wasarguing, and suddenly Cato just picked the little fellow up by his suit coatand dragged him, protesting as his wife laughed and clapped her hands."Take em down, now!" Cobb watched as the little man resignedly. The fantasies that raced through his mind momentarily made him light-headed. He pulled his hand from her pants and cupped her chin in his hand, but still held her breast. He kissed her closed eyelids. Reluctantly, he said, ‘I had probably better get you home soon,’ and she agreed. He slid his hand out from under her shirt and helped her stand. He watched as she adjusted her bra, and thought about how he couldn’t wait to get her somewhere private and release those beautiful breasts so he could.