Stand up. Shake that slut ass. Kelsey moved her butt back and forth. Bitch, that aint shakin shit, I said fucking shake it. Thats it, shake dat Botty... just like the song. Kelsey shook her teen ass while the four black men, Ali and her Dad looked on. Yea thats it, lets see that ass meat jiggle. OK, spread those legs and touch the floor. Swing those little bitch titties back and forth. Stand up and raise one leg up over your head . OH Yea Thats nice, really limber. Bitch, can you do a. ......To all that were watching, and what she intended to do was quite clear as the crowd broke the silence, with first one black female, and then several others starting to chant as even more, mostly black women joined in “Yea Do It, Do the white bitch, do her really Good”! This was all it took for the sexual fun and gameful abuse to begin! Had Deanna not already been throat, and face fucked numerous times that evening this would have been terrifying, but in a detached perverted sort of way. Steering wheel and right and left. It was all too much to handle at the same time. He finally did get them out and onto the long road that led up from the highway, but he stalled the truck three times in doing so. No way in hell could Tracy have ever talked him out of the driver’s seat if he hadn’t known for certain that he had no business out on the open road. He was a DUI, an accident ready to happen, if only because his aching head just wouldn’t stop yelling at him. Tracy only knew the. Red. Denise shrugged, then leaned forward toward the mirrorand began to apply it. She grimmaced. First, the color was wrong.Wrong, wrong, wrong. It just looked ... cheap. Second, it wasn't verywell applied. Denise took a tissue and wiped the lipstick off. Shecapped the tube, then picked another. It was more brown than red, andcertainly less bright. Another attempt. This time, Denise was pleasedwith the color. It accented her lips slightly, without looking trashy.In fact, it wasn't.