I was feeling very sexy in the gown, especially since the others were dressed nicely and not blatantly sexy. I was sure the other women arriving soon ...would be dressed like Sharon. It added to my anticipation of the evening and seemed fitting since I, and everyone else, knew I was going to the focus of the eroticism tonight.I felt Hein’s familiar hug around my shoulders as he came up to me from behind as I considered the dining table arrangement. “How are you doing?” He kissed my recently. .." Bitch, I'll call you wherever I want to," he interrupts loudly andaggressively. "Who the fuck you think you are, bitch? Remember you just atwo bit black cock whore, and you do what I say, understand?" Yes, yes, please don't yell, please," I respond pathetically, desperatefor him to stop yelling on the phone."You nothing but a faggot for black cock! Or did you already forget allthem dicks you took in your mouth and up your ass?" No, I didn't forget." I thought so! I didn't think you would. .." SMACK! I was stunned. All of a sudden I was standing there in just my too tight panties, stockings, and Converse sneakers feeling the handprint forming on my butt. I became aware of laughing and remarks like "Cute" and a mocking "poor girl!" Time was frozen. Another smack broke my trance-I know how melodramatic this is but it's the only way I can describe it. "I'm going to tell you once. Lay across my lap-any more backtalk and you'll lose those little panties!" Miss said.Of course I was. And so an oral tradition is necessary. (Although if asked, most muscle-bound barbarians would think that an oral tradition is something that pleasure slaves are trained to do.)Anyway, the saying pertinent to this part of our story is this: "Never, ever give a witch, wizard, or sorcerer an even break. 3 feet of steel through the gizzard will mess up any spell they are trying to cast on you at the time."In Gonad The Ballbarian's case, this was a little too long for him to remember. So his.