“Well, I guess that explains why you can’t marry her. Boy, would that be an interesting wedding. The groom is boffing both the bride and her maide... of honor. Would both go on the honeymoon, too?” She giggled.Bobby just sat and tried to think.“What’s this sister’s name?” asked Monica.“Barbie,” said Bobby’s overstressed mind.“Not your sister. Sheryl’s sister.”“Oh ... uh ... right.” Bobby’s mind drew a blank. Who was the last girl he’d taken out for appearances sake? He could see her face in his. Or simply ram it home like a Victorian steam piston, in one almighty push. I played with her fears and gently twisted and turned it against her helpless body for a minute or two. Then just as I thought she might be relaxing, I plunged the whole fucking object deep into her bowel. Again she screamed through the mask and tried to wriggle free of the sudden pain. Because of the shape of the plug,with its waisted section, she was totally unable to push it out. Her anus was called upon to stretch. One of those ubiquitous black composition books was leaning against the left rear leg of the chair Annie had been occupying. I picked it up, saw her name and the word "PRIVATE" inscribed on the cover and was about to follow her and return it. Something, I don't quite know what, stopped me.I focused my attention on the notebook. It was worn and well-used, and from the condition of the page edges, quite obvious that it contained a good deal of writing. "Perhaps I can learn something of this. She ll never be the same woman she was before those three big black men came into her life.Dex stood just inside the lounge, scanned the crowd, thinking, "I don t give a dawn if that nigger was some big name football player. Nobody messes up my women without paying a big price. All of them are high quality women servicing my high rolling clientele."Finding a table of three men that he knew, Dex took the forth and vacant chair. "Hey Dex, how ya doin ?" Ah ya know, I m good. I m always good.".