A wicked smile. Yes, there is a problem, I thought. The problem is this silly white bitch is disrespecting me and she acts like she’s the shit. Well... she’s going to be my bitch pretty soon. With that, I drew back my fist and decked Mandy. Bam. Right on the mouth. Mandy gasped, and staggered. Before she could do anything, I kicked her in the belly. Down she went. I brought my fist down on her nose, and it went splat. There was blood everywhere, all nice and red. I like the sight of blood,. Some of the subs will be needing into the warmth as fast as possible.”“I saw that. What are they thinking? I wasn’t aware that hypothermia was a fetish.”“Now Betsy, the subs are consenting.”“I know, but still, standing in 35 degree weather in micros and short halters? Come on!”Malcolm didn’t say anything else. He knew that this was just Betsy being Betsy. Betsy believed that there were some things one just didn’t do with a submissive, no matter how much consent you had. She didn’t let it spill. The nurse told me “this doesn’t feel right.... take off my heels.” I took them off one by one placing them on the table next to her. Looking at her with great anticipation my insides jumping she said, “make me cum!” There I stood looking at her on her back vagina wide open with her legs in the air. I walked up to the table, my high heels put me at the perfect height for entry. I looked over at her perfectly pedicured feet covered in white nylon. I bent a little over and gave a smell, so. We want to prove to this community that we honor men like you, and we want you to represent us and let people know how good a man you are. Let's go make a commercial."The girls were handing out T-shirts with my number and Matt printed on it front and back on the way to the garage. All the salesmen and office staff was wearing one of the T-shirts, and the girls told me to slip one on over the shirt I wore.The dealer was standing in front of a nice sedan, and asked me to read what was on the big.