When Joan didn't answer, that was as good as a "yes" to Dave, and he pulled his hands from her dress.Joan went limp in the chair, believing it was ove...."Lean forward, Joan," Dave urged softly.She questioningly looked up at Dave."Go ahead," I said, wondering just how far my loving wife would let this go before she called a halt to it.Joan tentatively leaned forward, almost in a daze, as Dave fumbled with the locking clasp."How does this dress work, Joan?" he asked in frustration."Tell him, Joan;. I looked up and recoiled in horror at the sight of her naked bum looking down at me,knowing my face and nose had just been buried up in there!The fresh memory of her smell almost slapped me in the face as I stared into the deep dark opening of her crack.I still felt so weak, so powerless. I could only just lay there, accepting my doom as Bertha jumped up a few inches off the ground,and crashed down on top of me, knocking what little wind was left in my lungs, out of me.She was kneeling on her. He smiled and said "good, white boys like you should always want black cock". He then told me to go to the bathroom, and come out and hand him my underwear. I shakily got up..and did asinstructed, returning with them off but in my pocket. I handed them to him under the table. He said "you will never wear man's underwear again...understand?!" a sterner tone now. I mumbled "yes sir". He then laid the cash for the drinks on the table, stood up and said "let's go".On the way to the door, my legs. He knew it! He just knew it!"Good photography, Priss," Clete said. "You're a real artist."Priscilla chuckled bitterly. "Look at that little pink asshole dance and twitch! Fuck, I'd like to see that dog screwing it, right there in her ass, while her husband watches."Clete said nothing. He didn't want anything to happen to Desirée. He cared about her, wanted her in his bed again and again and again. He didn't really want that filthy dog anywhere near her again. That damned dog, and Mark.