“I want to go home.”“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII” Cal shrieked and found himself on his knees. The cattle prod that Gina had touched his butt with to ...et him to do the enema had been applied to his nuts. Only it felt like it must have a higher setting than the one that had produced a small welt on his ass.“Who am I?” Gina growled at him while the cattle prod filled his vision and an actual spark jumped across the prongs at the business end of the ugly thing.“Mistress Gina,” Cal sobbed out.“Would you. I walked up to the counter - this old place is run by an old grouch. But I got my tokens, and headed back to where the booths are.It was especially busy - all of the booth doors were closed, and as usual there were men older than me (I’m 44) lurking in the halls on both sides of the booths. They usually watch intently, waiting for some signal or opportunity. Today was the first time in a while that one of the older men in the hallway was openly stroking. The owner usually cracks down on that. The white man stepped out of his pants and walked to the bedroom, the negress right behind him. His hard on bounced with each step. He lay on his back on the bed, she climbed in after him."You wants dis nigga keep suckin' yo' cock, suh?" she asked. "Or maybe you wants to use my coochie now." Yeah," he said, looking at her smiling face. "Gimme that coochie, girl." Mmmm, yes, suh!" she said happily.Seeing that he made no move and was still on his back, Shanika climbed on top, straddling him. She. Something was different. It amused him for a moment, and then his thoughts were washed away. His back leaned into the chair, his legs parted further though not because of her touch, warm and delicate as chill as it was. His eyes shut along with his lips, and a long sigh seeped from inbetween them...Something of his had disappeared into her. He was anxious, excited, but not erect... and yet, she took him. Her full lips pressed tightly to his skin, her tongue swirled and danced around him, sent.