I had thrown the door open, but I had not stepped into the room—that was what saved my life.I was holding a cocked .44-40 pistol in my right hand an... another in my left. It was the pause to draw the second pistol which had caused me to hesitate before entering the room. I saw a man sitting behind a desk and pointing a smoking gun at my face. The only reason I can figure the damned fool didn't shoot again was that he was frozen with fear.I stepped into the room and took measured shots to make. "Did I say you could talk you insolent little slut?!", "No mistress, please forgive me mistress" I pleaded. "hold her up against that tree!" She told the stranger. Now before we continue, you should know that up until this night, I WAS a complete virgin, nothing had ever penetrated me before this night. Okay, back to the story. So there I am, head pressed against the tree trunk, arms held firmly behind my back, tears pouring down my cheeks at the mere thought of what my punishment will be."The. I was wearing my blacklingerie. I wanted her to put the clothespin on my tit, but over the lingerie.But she said no. So I had to do it. ???? (You put aclothespin on your tit in front of a black girl?) Yep. And I put a few on, andshe took the pics but it just looked strange, kind of funny to see themsticking out over the lingerie. I looked at the pics and I knew that they werenot good enough for you. You would want more. So I asked Chantel if she wouldmind if I took off my shirt for a few pics.. ’ The tone in his voice changed. He was angry, his comrades were second guessing his decision about the little rat and his whore. If they couldn’t come up with a suspect in the next week they too would pay.’Are we all in agreement?’ Cain said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms as the men shook their heads in agreement. ‘Thanks so much, Cain.’ Jacob said as he wiped sweat from his brow. ‘No problem at all, Jacob.’Cain reached for his scotch, downing it to ease some of the stress.