Unbutton them!!!”A low moan was released from the Captain behind her. But Leasa’s eyes never left the bulging outline of the huge African genitali... before her.The blonde southern belle’s delicate, alabaster hands slowly rose to the buttons that strained to confine the horse-sized, sexual equipment the tight riding pants contained. As the refined and elegant Leasa Edwards began unbuttoning the fat, black man’s fly, each undone button would jerk open from the strain of the over sized contents. Kristen now knew exactly where we were going and she was almost shivering. I hadn't been in one of these for years, and I realized I didn't know if she's ever been in one of these either so I asked her."Yes Master, when I was in college my roommates and I went as a lark. I think I understand more now about how different people have different needs though. Back then I thought most of the store was a joke on gullible college students" I'll say, we've actually started a graduate level course in. He had been the only Callahan to shun college and joined the Marines right out of high school. The last Bryan had heard of him he had been living in California, working for security company of some kind.Bryan turned to Rob and paused, unable to think for a moment. Finally catching his wits, he spoke. "Give Andrew the heads up to open the gate but still be on guard. Tell him he have a wounded man on our hands." Rob nodded, and though he questioned the wisdom of the decision, he chose not to. “No way!!!!”“Oh yeah. It was awesome!!! That sonofabitch got humiliated in front of everyone. But then it got even better.”“Why, what happened?”“So Mike is just getting pissed, right? So he hauls off and slaps her!”“No way!!!”“Oh yeah. So now she’s screaming at him about how she’s going to file assault charges, and he’s going to jail, and everyone’s going to know that he’s a woman beater.”“So what happened next?”“Mike got hauled out of there by his friends, but it is blowing up on MySpace.