Clara would have begged anyway.Amy pulled down the gag from Clara's mouth and Clara gasped at the air desperately. "Please..." she started, "Please do...'t..." Yes?" Amy interrupted, her smile fading, wondering if she'd gone too far."Please don't stop..." Clara finished.Amy's grin returned and she spanked Clara again before undoing her skirt and tossing it away then folding down the back of Clara's underwear so she could slap her ass skin to skin. Clara moaned out louder than she had done all. ” Arthur drained his glass and poured another measure. “In any event the Foreign Office would have a fit if I did pay a visit to Missus Shelley. Her husband was persona non grata as far as the Government was concerned, and a British official offering condolences would be frowned upon.”Arthur shook his head sadly before taking a drink. He then gave a wide smile. “I do, however, have some good news to impart. Raise your glass to the happiness and wellbeing of the future Grafin von Ribbentrop.”We. Whoa..did they accomplish their mission! I felt the stares of lots of people! A white bitch in a black neighborhood looking like a whore. For sure...WHITE TRASH! Another sweltering day, too. I had spent the night in a hothouse environment. Sweaty. Dirty. Disgusting. What would Lisa think if she saw me? What would my neighbors say? Trying to hurry is bad enough in shoes but I was barefoot. NOt used to being barefoot and the feet really hurt. Cinders. Hot sidewalk. Rough cracks. Damn...3 blocks. I nod, speechless. He lifts my tank top over my head and smiles, seeing my fully exposed, firm c-cup breasts. He allows his hand to wander down to the upper seam of my shorts. I nod, not waiting for him to ask, he pulls them down off of me and tosses them to the pile on the floor where his pants and boxers are. I take hold of his hair, pulling him to look into my eyes. "You sure you want to do this? If you want to back out now, I won't be mad. I don't want you to regret this, Russ." He looks me.