I took out his gag. He started to complain so I dropped my sweaty crotch over his mouth and nose. I held it there for about ten seconds. Then I lifted...myself and said ‘That will teach you to try to chat up Jane – won’t it?’ ‘I was drunk,’ he said. ‘That’s no excuse! Are you sorry?’ ‘Well…’ ‘Are you sorry? – or you’re staying tied up.’ I insisted. ‘I’m sorry, Sheila.’ ‘That’s better. Now I’ll let you go.’ The ‘Hungarian’ girl who had helped me came over. ‘Are you have trouble with him?’ she. The event was scheduled to take place at Glenmoore Apartments a short walk from the center of campus. Many of the students had apartments in the school owned building and on a typical Friday night a gang-bang would not draw any unusual attention. The party could run well into the night without interruption.My husband had commented on what a vixen I had become in bed. He was not complaining but just wondering where I got my sexual energy. Even with Brad and JC I was still fucking him almost. I told my hubby, You set everything up, I wanted it to be a complete surprise. So he did. The night before my Birthday I asked him what I was getting for my birthday? He said tomorrow evening you'll find out. The kids are going to the neighbors and I was to wear my sexiest outfit for we were going out to dinner that I was to be ready by six. The next day I was so excited wondering what my present was. I spent all afternoon trying to decide on what to wear. I decided on a short little black. Even though she couldn’t articulate her beliefs, even though Katie had never once given an ounce of thought to her relationship with Black women (or more appropriately, the lack of a relationship with them) Katie had lived her entire, pathetic 48 years with the subconscious belief that she was better than Black women and never exposed herself to a person or experience that would challenge that belief. She didn’t know anything about Black women, nor did she care. She had never leafed through.