It felt like a thank you kiss, although the black youth wondered what for. They had all had a great time, so nobody should be thanking anybody, or so ...e thought anyway. Loraine called out to Shirley and teased her a little. “Hey there slut, did you enjoy watching me fuck your man?” she asked. Did you see how I bounded up and down on his big black cock like a two-bit black man’s whore?” Fearful of incurring the wrath of the crazy bitch, and prolonging her bondage, Shirley thought it wiser to. He kissed her for moments more then turned to grab her scrubbie, next her soap and once he had soap on the scrubbie he began to wash her. He slowly washed her from neck to toes examining her body to make sure he hadn't marked her in the wrong way. Bruises in certain places were to be expected but there were no-no zones and Michael wanted to be sure he hadn't marked her in those places. He also checked to be sure he hadn't hit her to hard in the places that were allowed. He figured she wouldn't. Say we walk away from here before next Friday.I decided to put Wilson on the spot. "Can you live with that?" I asked."If that is the best they can do, I have to live with it," he said."Margo, is our first contractor," I said."Hell, we would waste more time talking to someone else than they could save us," Wilson said."Margo you add a hundred dollars a day penalty after next Friday and we are good to go." I said. The hundred bucks meant nothing to me, and I doubted that it did to her. It was. No one knew that him, a successful businessman, was wearing stolen panties and that deep down he was a pantyboy, a sissy who wanted to be dominated. Sometimes he thought he wanted to be caught, to be punished for his misdemeanors. Some of the friends of his wife were complaining that there was a panty thief going around town because he would steal panties when they were at dinner parties and cocktails, while they were visiting their friends. He would excuse himself and then quickly check their.