“Fuck yeah!” she replies. I pour both of us two good portions and we down them in one go. “FUCK! You weren’t kidding, this is some good shit h...ha!” she calls out.Craig just laughs and shakes his head. I pour myself a new one and Mara quickly shoves her glass in front of me. I tell her she won’t be able to drive home if she takes another shot but she replies that she can just take a cab. I look at Craig and he immediately understands, “I’ll talk to Laura, can’t promise ya anything but I’ll talk. He stunk of sweat and booze. Looking at my wife cradling his seed deep in her womb, the black man boasted "You ain't k**ding about having you a c***d. Damn bitch don't think you can hit me up for any c***d support; cause I don't know you." He said more loudly than he needed. Rubbing her thigh with his left hand he put his finger in Holly's face and said flatly, "Hear me, I don't know your ass. As fine as it is, after this, I don't know your married white ass." The black youth was wagging his. I stood up then seen the streaks of black down my face ruining my make-up. I panicked rushing to the bathroom cleaning my face fixing my makeup. I had 5 minutes left as I laced up the corset and attached the white stockings. I put on my gloves and tiara but I couldnt find my panties. I searched all over before I found them hanging off the canopy of the bed. I just pulled them on when the door open. I kneeled before him, feeling a little satisfied. Chapter 4: The training session I With his. I’ll have my men prepare to ship you in, and provide you with a plaque with the artist’s name on it. What name would you like to put, for both the artwork and the artist?’ Dr. Spy asked. ‘A Punk Rocker and His Dog by artist Mark Surrender.’ Punk Rocker said with a devilish grin, after thinking about it for a moment. ‘Why by Mark Surrender?’ Dr. Spy asked curiously. ‘Because I want to kill the bastard, and if this doesn’t draw him out, so that I can, then, at least, maybe it will cause him some.