"Well? Going to behave? Don't answer. Because I know you will. I've explained to many parties involved in your cases, and your, *ahem* friends have be...n sent on their way as you should be... with me. I don't have my own sissy and quite frankly making you realise how pathetic you are will be fun!"He screamed with all his might. He kicked. But she hoisted him onto her shoulder and took him away.Naked, outside, he was very ashamed. All the womyn laughed and pointed as he was carried to the car. It. . the place was quite busy, the smell of coffee was in the air and the windows were steaming up, outside it was a cold, wet day on the edge of winter and every time someone came in the bell jangled, the door opened and a cold rush of air disturbed the constant flow of heat that wrapped the place up like a blanket with the big old radiators on full blast, one of those big radiators was next to my table and as I enjoyed the warmth I glanced once more at the clock. Then it happened again, the door. She fixed her eyes on his eyes and licked her lips. Pausing, she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the carpet. She rolled her panties down almost to her knees and spreading her white thighs, opened the lips of her pussy with the fingers of one hand and rolled the swollen knob of her clit with the fingers of her other hand. "Watch me, Daddy! Watch me jerk my pussy off!" She whined. His hand stroked the swollen head of his pulsing cock in rhythm with her fingers. "You'd like to suck my slimy. What he did was completely out of line, and the emcee who picked the judges every Friday night knew it. Claude stepped down from the stage and confronted the judge anyway.“Yo, man, there was no need for that. I don’t know you, and my poetry isn’t that bad.”The white man smiled as he had smiled all night—a grin that suggested a corruption beyond the doors of the club.“I’m Preston Whitcomb,” he said, offering his hand. Claude refused to shake it.“I don’t know where you get off giving me those.