"I didn't really know Joan, at times I have thought that you enjoyed humiliating me. I have thought several times about leaving and ...f I had some way to do that I probably would have." Marty said. He did not know why but he had started crying while talking to Joan. Marty had turned his head away so Joan could not see his tears. She will probably criticize me for crying he thought. "Marti I have not tried to. "I love your cock. I love sucking on your cock," I said removing it momentarily and then reinserting it in my hungry mouth."And you want Sandy to join you don't cha' slut. You want her to join you on your knees. Both of you sucking my cock together," Randy went on."Yes, I want Sandy to join me. Both of us sucking your cock," I heard myself saying almost in a trance.I looked up at Randy who was staring back at Sandy. "Take your skirt off Sandy. I want you to play with that little pussy of yours. You feed iPod buds into my ears and crank the juice.The Bee Gees crackle to life and your hips grind to the funky groove of the psychedelic 70s.“What the hell, blondie?” If Granny Teague caught me listening to Disco, she’d whoop my black ass. The whoring of funk, she’d say. The music of fornicating white girls looking to get knocked up and pinch you for everything you got, all on a dance floor that’d give you seizures.Granny Teague ran on hotter air than a snake oil salesman during her reign,. Shivering from the wet and cold, Bob sputtered out,“Our car broke down and we need to get warm, then, useyour phone.”“Ain’t got no phone, but you can get warm. You sureain’t from around here! Nobody would travel dressedlike you two. Get inside before you freeze to death.Don’t need no dead people on my porch!”Entering, Bob and Marsha saw one large room, with ahot, pot bellied stove almost in the middle. Getting asclose as possible, one side got warm,.