It was incredible, naturally, or perhaps, supernaturally, as my collared human servant felt the wonderful depths of Marcella’s delightful snatch. I ...ould hardly blame him for enjoying that sexy Goth-Roman vampire slut of mine.“Of course, it does! It’s just that you’re a bit of a different kind of girlfriend. As in one who’s also my slave and has to do what she’s told,” I reminded her as I slapped her sweet booty.“Oh, fuck, yes! This is amazing!” Lizzie moaned as I smacked her tush and then. I took his hand and led him over to the bed. I hadturned off the overhead light and turned on the bedside light, so thelighting was muted. We kissed several times, and he caressed my breastswhile I ran my hands over his chest. By that time, I was very aroused.Then he lay down and gently pulled me to him.I stopped him and said, "Sam, there is something I need you to do for me."He said, "What, Blossom?" I said, "When we are having sex when I am aboutto come, I want you to spank me." He. " Just a soda," Tizzy replied. "Soda and ice." We ain't got no ice. But we got soda plenty. You won't be wanting it with anything else?"Tizzy shook her head. What did the bar steward think she was? A woman who drank in public? The next thing, he'd be expecting her to light a cigarette. Like that other Negro girl she could see through the blue haze of pipe and cigarette smoke at the other end of the bar. She was smoking a cigarette at the end of a long black holder and was surrounded by men.. .. Mrs. Radson? Are you okay?"Tears were trickling down Debby's face. "Somebody else knows," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Somebody else knows. Thank the Goddess!" Mrs. Radson, do you know about it, too? Please, we need all the information we can get."Debby nodded and held up a hand, sniffling. "J-just a moment..." She wiped at her face and tried to compose herself. "Yes, Cassie, there is something here. Something evil. Some sort of entity."Cassie felt a chill down her spine..