Maybe she deserved to be in this position. “Listen,” he whispered in her ear, “I own you now. “No,” she begged. She was trembling uncontrollably as she stood in front of the huge black man. “Play with yourself, you little cunt! The phone on her nightstand rang. I’ll do what you want.”
“Please, what?” he demanded an answer. She wanted it. In the corner, an enormous black man rhythmically pounded the speed bag. “You don’t need to know. Do you understand?”
She nodded again. What did he want her to say? The giant’s tongue flicked and stroked the passageway of her pussy. He teased her with it, mostly just to lubricate it for what was to come. Henry moved around the board, kneeled at the base, and drove his tongue into her wetness. Say it. He lifted her again and dropped the end of the rope over the steel beam that held the punching bag in place. She opened her mouth to aid her breathing and her eyes rolled back as she alternately clenched and released the probing finger.
