I was setting him up, and he didn’t even know it yet. I spent the afternoon playing with Scott and Laura, and every once in a while they would hav... to catch their father’s attention to show him something. I used those moments to meet Steve’s eyes, and give him a smile. By the end of the afternoon, I was starting to get wet with anticipation. Steve barbequed hamburgers for supper, and I made sure to compliment him on his grilling skills. I let my hand brush against his arm as I thanked him.. *Title: Club Gomorrah.Chapter Five: The Red Room.***(Dear Reader)***You are about to make your first choice at the end of this part. (Or both)This is the first time I have created a multiple path piece of written work and it may go to shit and I'll stop, that being said though. I will try to keep everything smooth and consistent. Well... some things may seem odd if you make one decision in part one where you burn a characters cloths but in part two they still have them because I wrote part two. Her breasts are squeezed. Then the hot burning pain goes deeper inside her, filling her up. She feels the faintest tingle of fingers on her pussy and clit, but she can think of nothing but the burning pain in her ass, pushing, pulling. A hand turns her face toward the mirror."Look at that baby," she hears somebody saying.She opens her eyes. In the mirror she sees the youngest of the men high above and behind her riding her ass like a naked black warrior on his white horse. He is pressed all the. At first, I didn't see nothin', but a closer look showed a nigger lyin' in the bottom of the gully. He groaned again, soz I dismounted an' slid ta the bottom of the gully ta see what kind of he'p he needed.The nigger wuzn't wearin' no shirt nor shoes, jus' some ratty pants what wuz 'bout ta fall offen of him ifen he moved too fast. 'Cept I could see that this was one nigger what wuzn't goin far nor fast fer some time. His back wuz slashed ta ribbons by a whip, an' his front wuzn't a whole lot.