The deformed little man limped forward to stand beside Silk. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down over his short, muscular legs.
“What else, b***h?” Silk asked.
She responded in the same monotone, “I...I’ll suck your...your c**k. Or you can f**k me, Mr. Leavy. I need to be fucked.” Leavy had stepped out of his pants. His thick c**k was dark red, and hard, and surprisingly long. He pulled at it and grunted something.
Silk squeezed Lisa’s knee. “Leavy can’t talk good,” he said. “But I think he wants to f**k you. Where’s your goddamn leash?”
Lisa grew tense, “I...I’m sorry, honey.” The fear in her voice was obvious. “I forgot.”
“Yeah, well, that’s gonna cost you.” Silk crossed the room and took from a hook on the wall a long leather leash, which he angrily snapped to a ring on Li
