Rashumba took three whips down from a rack and showed them to Viola. One was small but the others were much longer, heavier and wicked looking."These ...re the two we use on that bitch" said Rashumba. She handed them to two tall bare breasted guards who then left and were soon walking the short distance to where the unsecured Clementine was waiting, her hands against the wall and her back willingly offered up for her weekly flogging. Viola could hardly contain her excitement. Her feelings were. She had accidently left the camera on and we saw her leave the room... she was nearly naked, wearing merely a thong and cami. What we saw now was a beautiful black woman straddling a well-muscled stud and moaning as he fucked her. A camera man maneuvered around them and a director's voice could be heard saying, "slow down, slow down... " Marie had always said she worked as a receptionist for a modeling agency."Oh my god! She's fucking him! She's fucking him on camera!" He looked closer, "... no. A hesitant knock on the door to my room let me jolt up. A bit hesitant I stood up and put on a shirt, since I always was never really confident in my looks. So after being clothed I opened the door, just to be greeted by heaven itself. There stood Nancy, the same clothes she wore the day, smiling to me. I couldn’t tell if she had just this natural, beautiful smell or if it was a perfume. But what I could tell was, that Nancy changed into a pair of Stockings and Pumps. I hid my lower half. I shifted the essentials from my purse to a clutch bag and I was ready. Oh, and footies for my shoes. Can't dance barefoot on a wooden floor, ya know.We went to Foster's, a supper club with a band out on the west-bound highway. Kim drove her car, and we had a great time. I could dance slow ones easily, and Kim coached me through a couple of fast ones until I got the hang of it. We pulled into my driveway about two in the morning, and I didn't want the night to end."Join me inside?" I asked.