My eyes locked onto the approaching spotlight as wetness mercilessly flicked my sensitive nipples.Someone would see us. The light was almost upon us. ... absurdly covered my eyes as if that would keep my naked breasts unseen. I guess fear and arousal dulled reason.At the last second, he pulled us safely out of sight. We were on the move again until we became tangled in something. Strings? Cobwebs? Hard to tell. My free hand fought through whatever, frantically swiping from side to side.Once we. The throbbing from my ass was in my ears by the time they got done. they sat me up on a chair at the vanity and wiped my tears away and then they took turns applying my make up and wig the whole time they were talking like dirty little sluts to me and telling me what they think of my new look. they also explained that they wanted me to think about my ass all night thats why the beating was so rough. at that point they made me look at myself in the mirror . i was a women….no.a foxy women.. i. When she walk they would sway back and forth like they were live or something. Yet her waist was small and her waist carried the hour glass shape that black women just can’t get away from, neither her ass nor thighs sagged! Yet her butt cheeks would ripple with every stride. Debra was heavy handed too; meaning she was strong. As I said Debra was not very attractive but I always found her full lips, which seemed to always stay juicy, a sexual turn on for some reason. Her slurping on a. When from the chimney there came a loud clatter,Scrooge sprang from his bed to check out the matter.Down to the fireplace he flew like a flash,to see something glinting, on top of the ash.A cheap-looking trinket, it hung from a chain,and Scrooge picked it up from where it had lain.The Medallion of Zulo, as it was known,would now briefly be his, and be his all alone.As he slowly examined this new-fallen thing,it brushed up against a much-treasured ring.Long had it been kept on a shelf near the.