She thinks she does, but she doesn't.The Post, her beautifully scarred flesh straining with the effort, carries the Hole by it's leather harness. Each...step is a struggle, as the Post is a petite thing. Dutifully she sets the Hole down on the stone table. I watch Tracy. Her nose wrinkles a bit as she stares in shock. The Post's earlier orgasm has left her smelling of sex. Subconsciously, Tracy will recognize that. It will help reinforce the mentality that torture and pain equal sex that she must. Webb and an almost naked me was sitting at the bar sipping a drink, my nipples were hard and swollen and my patch of brown straight pubic hair on display for all the black men to in the bar to see. I was thinking that I was a dummy, a white wife sitting naked in a predominately black bar and literally waiting for someone to fuck me, and being displayed on several TVs through out the bar.Then my chair was suddenly swiveled around; Duke was standing there, looking at my naked body. Then he moved. "Get a good enough view?" I smiled but said nothing. We went inside to see Mossy at his desk. There were three other people there. Dollars ran up to Mossy excitedly saying, "Sarge, you have to come out and see Abe's ride!" Okay, Cents. My! You sure do look good this evening." Abe is taking me to dinner. C'mon!" I've seen trucks before and ridden in his." This is different."He looked over at me with my arm around Dollars' waist and said, "Good evening, Ace. Is she for real?" In any number of. "Keep them closed," I whispered. I took a look across the womanly curves of her stomach and on to her panties, and found what I had hoped for. The wet patch developing had grown to about half of the front of her panties. I stood up and moved to the same end of the bed as her head."You can squeeze your thighs together even harder as I touch your tits," I offered. She moaned softly in relief, savouring the pleasure of her body."Don't open them, just enjoy it," I ordered without raising my voice..