"Enough talk. More party. If you can't eat that cake, then the rest of us will have to do it for you," she offered.Monique smiled and waved her forwar..., and the young girl distributed the cake slices that Melissa cut up. It was a strange celebration, part sad memorial for the recently departed, part welcome home for Monique. Left unspoken was the open question of how everyone who had not been through David's miracle cure would fare when it was their turn."OK, it looks like Monique is getting. He asked me my name, and I was almost surprised he didn’t know, for he seemed to know so much about me. But I was also glad that he did not. I asked him to tell me his name first. It was David…David Forrester. I whispered it to myself, so I wouldn’t forget. ‘I’m Victoria Whita’ I responded. I knew I should be cautious but all of a sudden I wanted this man to know me. He licked his lips as if tasting the name and then repeated it back. I nodded. I knew I wouldn’t completely relax with this man. She comes back dressed in a garter belt and nylons, stiletto heels and wearing a big black strap on cock. Her gorgeous tits hung down and her nipples were hard and sticking straight out. In her right hand she had a paddle, in her left hand four cuffs and tube of lube.“Put these cuffs on worm!”As I am putting on the cuffs, she goes over to a strong table and slips out of the strap on. Sitting on the table she pulls her legs back, exposing her asshole. “Get over and on your knees bitch boy!”. "Not Sanchez. I'm sorry Gunny, but I don't want to expose any of the women like that. Pick another man. Preferably one who's already been with one of the women." Hmm. Let me sleep on it. That leaves only three possibilities, and of the three the only one I know who's been with a woman is Jamaal." Make him your last choice, anyway. Ruth is leaning on him pretty heavily right now. Let me know tomorrow. By the way, you making any progress in the 'being with a woman' area?" None of your business,.