The night did not stop there. Susan couldn’t call what they were doing fucking, because fucking implied something crass. “Thank you for the privilege. Still, when the next men walked up and plunged himself into her back passage, the squeak that escaped Susan’s lips couldn’t be mistaken for anything but a sound of pleasure. After a few seconds of thought, he added, “You know, all this really took me and the guys by surprise. His name was John, and he was a young and remarkably handsome black man that Susan had heard May speak of many times before. One coworker told Susan that she seemed sensitive and on edge, and it was all Susan could do to keep herself from letting anything incriminating slip. Her asscheeks were untouched by the white ooze, but they were both beaten red, with cane marks and handprints evenly distributed across each cheek. If you want to start sleeping with other men and women, that’s great. The night did not stop there. They traded a few more kisses, whispered some sweet nothings,
