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and gathered at her feet. Blushing furiously, she stepped out of it. She was tempted to cover her pussy with her hands, but knew he would object. She clasped them in front of her and bowed her head.
    “Ah,” he sighed, “you sure is a tiny woman. “Tell me, did you want to do that? Did you want to tease your black master and stand naked in front of him? Don’t give me no yes or no answer.”
    “Yes….yes,” she glanced up at him, “I was hoping to...to…cause you want me. I…I’m... pleased to stand naked before my…before you.”
    She paused. The color spread from her cheeks down over her breasts. “I want…I mean I hope you like my body…like me this way...naked for you.”
    “I see your husband talked you into doing what I told him to. You shaved your pussy. You do that for me?”
    “Yes, Brian said….I mean, yes, I shaved it for you.”
    “You ever do that before, I mean shave your pussy?”
    “No, never. This is the first time.”
    “You’re gonna do a lot of things for me you ain’t never done before, right?”
    She looked down and twisted her fingers nervously, “I…I...don’t know…I’m not sure…”
    “You gonna keep your white pussy shaved for me, right?”
    She was increasingly worried about his repeated implication that this impossible relationship might continue. After tonight it would be over, there was no question about that. Still, she thought, it would be better to humor him. “I’ll keep it shaved for you,” she said.
    “Open it,” he said.
    She looked puzzled, “I…I…don’t know…”
    “Open your cunt, damnit! I want to see the pink. Ain’t much pink in a black woman’s cunt. I like lots of pink.”
    She spread her pussy lips. Her pussy was glistening with her secretions. He nodded, “Tell me you like showin me your wet cunt.”
    Why, she wondered, did he keep making her say the words. “I like showing myself to you,” she said.
    “Cunt!” he yelled.
    Frightened she quickly answered, “I...I…like showing you my…my cunt.”
    “Yeah, you got to call things by their right names. From now on that’s your cunt and you got to call it that.” He leaned back studying her, “You looking good. I told your husband to have you looking good. That’s the way I want you from now on, you know doin stuff so that you look hot and sexy for me. This afternoon you went to the beauty shop to have your hair done. Right? Then you went to a place where they paint your fingernails and toenails, right?”
    “Brian insisted,” she said.
    “You took money you could of used to do something nice for your kids and spent it on makin yourself look good and buying them fuck-me shoes?” She didn’t answer. Feeling ashamed and terribly guilty, she just nodded.
    “You gonna keep doin that for me, ain’t you? You gonna spend money you got saved for the kids to make yourself look good for your main man? You gonna buy sexy clothes, and perfume, and more of them fuck-me shoes?
    She promised herself that she would somehow make it up to the children. She certainly would never spend any more money on sexy clothes and shoes. Again, there was his ridiculous assumption that this obscene travesty was going to last longer than tonight. She bowed her head and said nothing.
    “Answer me, bitch,” he said.
    “Yes, I’ll do what I can. Spend the money. Cut down on other things.”
    “You always gonna look hot for you’re man; Make other dudes wish they was me when we’re out together. Ain’t that right?” She frowned and was about to object. He half rose out of his chair, “Say it, bitch!” he yelled. “Tell me! Tell me that’s the way it’s gonna be.”
    She stepped back quickly glancing at Brian who seemed to be as afraid as she was. She turned toward Travis who was glaring at her. “Yes,” she said, “I want to…want to be pretty for you when…when your friends see us together.” He waited for more. “When we’re together I want your friends to be envious of you