"Mind if I call you Connie? Or perhaps even Cunny, you slut!" and he slapped her face as her head jerked from the force.Connie could feel the tears ru... down her cheeks as he seemed to be enjoying it, "Oh yes, you are a little cunt, aren't you?" and she watched as his hand disappeared below her tits and she felt him stroking her pussy lips, "Why are you doing this to me?" she cried as his finger split the lips of her pussy and traced the inside as he smiled, "Don't you remember Cunny? You asked. "Patty smiled at that, her tension easing a little. She'd been concerned that she'd really messed things up with him. She shrugged her shoulders."Sorry," she said simply."Patty... I think this thing with you and Bobby... I think... I'd like to talk about it; and some other things, too." Okay," she said in a small voice, her tension returning."I know... I know you still love Bobby. He's your first love, he's a good guy, and he's still your friend. I want you to know that none of that bothers. I still had my job, and I now knew my black man and he knew what I wanted.I was bubbling over when running into Bob’s arms. He told me to get a shower and change, we were going out and celebrate with dinner and wine. He was so happy that I was not fired. I dressed in my tight short red dress, the one that got me fucked, and walked proudly with my husband into the restaurant. We were taking our chairs as Bob laughed asking, “I hope you’re not wearing your panties. Panties don’t go with that. All you cock-teasing bitches are the same. You flaunt your boobs and wiggle your asses and get a man hard and ready, and then you turn him off just like that." What are you talking about?" she sobbed. The rough concrete abraded her nipples. And in spite of the mistreatment, she felt her tits throbbing with excited blood. The entire scene aroused her strangely. She didn't enjoy being under this dominant man's control, and yet something about the entire situation stirred her emotions."You know.