His back was red and a few spots held beaded up stripsof blood. Though I couldn't see his face I could feel his shame andhumiliation. This was not a...normal punishment as his "collar" had beenremoved. I remembered reading that it was the ultimate sign ofpunishment. Such an act was the same as getting an ugly divorce. I feltguilty that he was now in this position. Anne waved a hand in front ofmy face breaking the hold such a sight held on me. A glass was placed inmy hand as I was guided by. " I held up my hand to forestall the complaint I saw forming. "Hear me out."She subsided and I went on. "If you don't have any objections I just thought it would be a lot easier if we went there for now, otherwise we lose all the time running back and forth. If you want the room, it's yours, my compliments, just to say thank you for keeping me company in a strange city. Or you can always go back to the Ramada if you'd rather." You're very confusing, do you know that?"We were just exiting the. I didn't really want to disturb our little tableau, but Daphne sensed my discomfort."Up, dear," she said softly, and Jon rose on his knees between her legs, his penis now only half-erect. He took her hands and pulled her to a sitting position, her head resting against his chest. I straightened out my legs, then wiggled them back and forth to restore the circulation."Show off," I heard Daphne say."Exhibitionist," he replied."Voyeur," I said, raising my hand and waving it. They both laughed and. A really drunk white guy joined us dancing and we made a sandwich out of her. She was facing me and he was grinding hard on her shapely black ass. She told me that he had a really big hard dick grinding against her and either I was going to go home with her and fuck her senseless or she was leaving with him. Needless to say, I grabbed her hand and headed for the door.She had my pants around my ankles and my cock in her mouth as soon as we closed the door to her apartment. I sat on her couch.