Chapter Five
Silk and Dooley
Silk looked at Rafti and Arisha, “You see that? You hear that?”
“She’s a slut...a filthy slut,” Arisha muttered.
“You said we could watch; we could watch you f**k her beautiful ass.” Rafti said. “Is that not correct?”
Silk stepped back and lifted Lisa from her kneeling position. Holding her at arm’s length, his hands on the bare skin of her waist, he asked, “Is that what you promised them? You told them that they could watch you spread your cheeks for me?”
“Yes, I said they could stay.” From where I sat on the floor just behind Lisa, I saw the well-formed muscles of her calves and thighs still trembling from the whipping she had endured. The bright red marks on her buttocks had begun to darken.
“Well, let’s get on with it then,” Silk said. He l
