A boy who wasn't on limb-constraint duty wouldpull up the victim's shirt and pull down his trousers to bare the tenderestpart of his belly. Then the t...rmentor would start slapping the victim's belly,at first gently but then with ever-increasing intensity. Soon the victim'showls of protest would turn to howls of pain as the belly-spanking startedto smart. The slapping might go on for several minutes--until the victim'sbelly had turned hot pink. Then the flushed, humiliated and sore victim. " I thought that idiot was up to something," Battle fumed, his voice a little more muted – but only a little."Gingrich?" Mike smiled. "It was pretty clear to us that he wasn't all he was cracked up to be." He's just the kind of idiot I expected Glenn Aho would try to ram down the board's throat, and this time he managed it. What an asshole! That idiot can't be trusted as far as he could throw a fit! If I could have gotten one more damn board member to listen to me, we could have avoided this. He’d never dare mention any of his thoughts to his wife; she would never understand his deep desire to see her being fucked by a black man. It just wasn’t something southern white women would even contemplate and it wasn’t something white men were supposed to jerk off to so he was content to live in secrecy and denial.Lisa and Syreeta were spending more time together as the days passed. By Friday night, by the time Brad came home, Syreeta and Lisa were giggling and whispering like teenagers. I started sucking on them, teasing the nipples until they were hard in my mouth. She was busy stroking my cock and I wriggled myself out of my shorts giving her a free hand to do what she want. I took off her bikini bottom and jumped into the river. I pushed her back onto the jetty on her back and stood in the shallow water eating her lovely pussy. She was shaven clean and the taste of her pussy pushed my cock up, I almost ran out of skin. My cock was knocking on my stomach with anticipation. I.