I got the beer and took it to him. He wiped his hands on a cloth. Took it and took a sip. He was looking me up and down. “Why did you change?” he ...sked. I got red faced again and said “It’s not what you think.” He said “What do I think? That you like dressing up and looking at porn?” I wanted to say something but I could not think of a thing. There was nothing to say. He saw what he saw. And I am sure he heard the video. He finished the beer and thanked me. As I turned to go, he told me I. “OK Bitch, get your fat white ass on this table and make sure everyone enjoys looking into your cunt and asshole. And that means, you keep your finger in one or the other and show them to all these niggers. Do you get it Bitch?”I nodded my head and started to climb onto the table when she hit me in my right tit with her fist and knocked me to the floor. I lay there confused and trying to catch my breath. She walked over to where I lay on the floor rolling around, looked down and spit on me.. Back then I have never had my pussy fucked by anything but fingers and dildos.“Not to fast daddy, it hurts a little.” I said. Which seem to only make him push in a little harder.“You’re going to take it one way or another, bitch!.” With that being said he pushed all the way in as I let out a small scream of pain.“Scream all you want whore. Daddy is going to own your cunt”He reached forward to grab the leash that’s laying beside me and began to ride me like a dog. He pulled on the leash a little. "Nope, can't help you", I whimped. "What is she doing?",I thought. I really wanted to run, but my whole body was in grid-lock. She quickly introduced herself as Christina. She spoke knd of fast, but not really(I'll explain latter). Then introduced her son. Now I knew coming into this conversation, that the littl guy in her shopping cart was more than likely her offspring. But like we established earlier, I was just doing some freelance photography. Rite!? Wrong!Miss Thing had to go and.