"Yes." Just for the record, Kelly, are you here under duress?" No." Are you free to go if you want to?" Yes." Do you want to go?" No." Why is that, Ke...ly? Is it because you are a tart?" Yes." Say it again. Tell Jeff and me that you're a tart. We want to hear it straight from the horse's mouth."Jeff butted in. Gone was any attempt at charm, however superficial. His misogyny was evident in his coarseness. "Don't you mean the whore's mouth?"Kelly's voice was flat, her spirit broken. "I'm a tart.". ‘SUCK ME!’ Greg’s face was forced into her pussy. The bile immediately rose up to the back of his throat. He forced the bile back down into his stomach. God! How he had wanted to bite down on her cunt to draw blood from the bitch, to hear her scream in pain! Her smell assaults his nostril. Although she don’t smell bad but he was not use to it. He could hear Sonja urging at him to suck her, so he did what she instructed. The sooner she come the better for him to get over with the demeaning task.. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked. “Yes,” she said with a grimace, “It’s just so hot in here it’s almost hard to breathe!” “I know what you mean!” he said, “Sometimes I just strip my clothes off to try to cool down!” “Really?” she said uncertainly. “Oh yeah!” he said, “When I take my shirt off I feel much better.” “I see,” she said with a faraway look in her eye. “I’ll get you a drink of water,” he said, “You try to cool off while I get it.” When he returned from the kitchen with a water bottle,. When he got to us he just stops and stares at Amie, totally ignoring me. Amie was breathing shallowly, sipping her drink and just staring deep into his eyes. Finally after a long few moments, he turns to me and says, "Do you mind if I dance with your fine lady?" I just nodded OK and he takes her by the hand and leads her to the dance floor. I overheard him him tell her his name was Dwayne and as he led her to the dance floor he place his huge hands around her waist. I couldn't believe this was.