" She crawled over to the bowls and went to pick up some lasagna with her hand, which I kicked out of the way before telling her "Nuh uh slut, you're...a bitch, and bitches don't eat with their hands." She looked completely demoralized as she bent her head down into the bowl to take a bite, getting all sorts of sauce all over her face and neck. When she had finished with the lasagna she moved to the water, she went to pick it up, only for me to yell at her "Bitch, act like what you are! . Then Kurt made me get off the bed and stand nearby, where I could see everything that took place. My wife ordered me to lower my shorts to mid-thigh, so we could all see my ‘mini-dick’ and be reminded of why she needed a real man like Kurt.So there I stayed, feeling ridiculous, having to witenss my wife’s willing ravishment. They went at it for a full hour, with her being thrilled by two noisy orgasms and then, at the end, the two of them finishing together as she moaned and kept telling him. You gotta know da toe if you wanna show da ho..." Show da ho what?" I couldn't stop giggling to save my life."Shhh..." he teased me. "What else you little rich white girls hear about us poor black boys that is all fuckin' wrong?" Uhhh ... You guys don't, um ... Go down?" I offered, blushing a little, but not very much. I felt way too comfortable and Deke was working my calves sweetly now."We don't go ... What? We don't go down? Shit, who told you that lie? We go all the way! Downtown, baby! You. The towncar was just another set of tail lights in the distance. He was sweating, as though he had just finished his run. From the first time he saw the Subject he knew that he could not woo the girl away from her fast life with sweet talk and genteel seduction. Maybe that would work with some innocent, milk-fed Minnesota farm girl. But this was no naïf. This was a ‘been there, done that’ girl. He would have to push the edge with this one. His hair had been a bit long when they made the deal..