Your head doesn't even finish its nod before I flick my wrist.Smack!"One," you groan as the slap lands on your right ass cheek.Smack!"Two," you gasp, ...our left cheek trembling from the sharp impact.I bring my hand down harder on your right cheek, spanking directly overtop the slight pink handprint already present."Three," you moan as the shock of the strike rolls through you.The fourth smack lands on the bottom of your ass cheek, my hand grazing across the skin on its way up.Your count this. To stick a cock into either of those places, ass or cunt, is to defile nothing, it’s a zero-sum game, a sexual draw. Ass, cock, cunt—it’s a horizontal progression, equal backwards and forwards, an erotic palindrome. No hierarchy is disturbed, no idol pulled down, here we have neither revolution, nor vandalism. But to fuck a face is to turn the ladder upside down.A cock plunging in and out of a face is to deface—a graffiti of semen sprayed across the Mona Lisa. A pair of hairy black balls. I could feel just by looking at her stomach I was starting to feel aroused again, which surprised me because usually I only climax once and that usually is fine for me. Having no one to ever please I just rub one out and go about my business, and here late its more for releasing frustration from the daily grind.Standing over her I see her eyes get wide when my hand starts to motion towards her stomach. That was the only clue I had to my hand moving. It was as if it was moving on its own and I. We shared some tough times together, especially when James was going through his divorce and child support issues. James is a quiet, slightly overweight, six-foot-tall man in his late thirties. Even though he is black, he loves telling black racial jokes that keep everyone laughing. I have often wondered if he was secretly making fun of us. One late summer evening, after all the workers had been paid, Dianne said, “We need to talk.” “Sure, honey; you sound like it's something serious.” .