Her legs looked long and smooth and slender except for her calves which burst outwardly with muscle. She danced on tip toes and clicked finger symbols... She seemed much like a belly dancer except her movements were almost all the sensual grinding of her hips. She had Chaldain features, except for her eyes which were unmistakeably Persion. She danced about the central floor and neared a couple of men on the opposite side where she danced suggestively for a few seconds before moving on. She came. ”Steele wiggled the knife out of the floor. It had gone in further this time. Bufford lay still as a corpse, his eyes locked on Steele’s hand and the knife. Steele rolled him onto his belly and tugged the bindings. Both his hands and feet were secure. The leather might stretch a bit, but not break.Steele went to the back room and located the trap door. He lifted it and let it drop onto the floor. Wooden stairs led down to the lighted room. A television was on. Sounded like cartoons. He dropped. I don't remember him penetrating me; the next think I do remember is looking up and seeing him over me, feeling him inside of me. My sore ass still was on fire and I could feel my pulse race.Jerome was fucking me hard. Then I felt I was having an orgasm, it didn't seem possible, but it was happening. The black man inside me seemed to sense what was going on, he grabbed my hips and began to thrust into me even harder pulling me to him. He came shortly after me.Then Paddy walked over standing at. It is dark outside, but the moon is out and shines on my sore behind. I stand there for what seems like an eternity as the ladies comment on just how cute I look. Someone could see me from outside, but I don't care. A few comment on how many signatures are on the paddle and are told by Sherry that they can bring their own along for any future showings. Once my time is up, I am ordered to turn around with my hands above my head. "Show them your little wee-wee, darling. Don't be shy," Sherry.