“Please, I can’t…I can’t go back looking like this.”“Why not?” the black man challenged.“I…I can’t” Kevin cried with tears in hi... eyes.“But you a bitch right, now you just look the part.”“Please Womack. I’ll do whatever you say, anything, only please don’t leave me here.”“Hmm, tell you what slut, get back in the truck and you better hurry up cause those wolves on the corner are looking at you with very hungry eyes.Before his statement was finished, Kevin jumped into the truck, and Womack. His hands grabbed at my head, guiding me, as I sucked him deeper. I moaned my pleasure. He worked himself into frenzy, fucking my face. I was tempted to let him cum in my mouth, but the wetness growing in my cunt, matched that of the drooling mess of my face, and I needed to feel him inside me. I withdrew him from my mouth. Getting up, I felt the relief in my knees that had been scraping against the cold concrete floor. I pulled my panties to one side and bent myself face first over the stack. Bootslut began to weave her way afterhim, on her belly-not unlike a worm- getting firm kicks to her tits and assfrom the crowd as she crawled by. Up the stairs she snaked, tits catching splinterson the worn wooden stairs, and licked her way out the front door. Getting acrossthe parking lot to the amusement of the onlookers who happened to be standingby was not an easy task, and she was totally humiliated and worn out as shereached his waiting feet. ?Look up and me bootlslut, let me clean that. .PART II - Bite the Hand that Beats YouAfter about 10 minutes had passed, Brian walked into to the living room and saw the prediciment Stewie was in. It didn't take him long to remember all the things that Stewie had done to him, and how much he deserved to be humiliated by his own father. His mind started working in a much darker way then, as he remember how aweful it fely when he Stewie beat the shit out of him, and then set him on fire. He was going to make him pay, and this was the perfect.