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say okay?”
    “That’s right. They both say okay.”
    “Fifteen hundred a lot of money, Sam. I hope she’s worth it.”
    Sam leaned back and placed Maureen’s hand on his crotch, “She gonna be worth it, ain’t you Mrs. O’Donnel?”
    Maureen couldn’t believe what she’d heard. The man beside her had murdered someone in order to have her for a night. She was responsible for someone’s death. And Sam was a cold-blooded killer. She’d brought him into her house, and would do so again. She’d introduced him to her husband. She would spend the night with him in her own house, in her own bed. Feelings of guilt and remorse consumed her and then fear. Her whole body shook.
    Roughly, Sam took her arm and turned her to face him. “I asked you a fuckin question, bitch! You gonna be worth a hundred bucks an hour or ain’t you? You gonna do Sammy good, real good all night long and in the fuckin morning too?”
    The thought occurred to her that he might kill her, that he was capable of killing her family. She called on reserves of strength she didn’t know she had. She reached her hand, still trembling, to touch his pockmarked face, “I’ll be worth it, Sam,” she said, her voice shaking, “I’ll be worth a hundred dollars an hour. I’ll be good to you, real good to you all night. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning, like you said. I’ll look good for you and be naked. When you’re finished eating, I’ll get on my knees in the kitchen and suck you…suck your…your…cock for a long, long time.”
    Sam spoke so Robert could hear, “Drink my cum? You drink my cum?”
    She could feel through his trousers that his cock had begun to swell. Still looking up into his ugly face, she licked her lips, “Yes, honey, I’ll drink your cum. Your hot cum will be my breakfast.” The thought of taking him back into her home terrified her. She moved her hand over the bulge in his pants and tilted her head up toward him pleading with her eyes, “But, Sam honey, wouldn’t it be better if we went to a motel? We could be alone then. No one else around. I’d feel so much more relaxed. I’d do things to you, different things, make love to you that…..”
    Quickly he grabbed her chin hard. His fingers pressed painfully into her cheeks. He brought his face close to hers so that when he spoke his spittle sprayed her face. “Listen to me bitch! We is goin back to your place. I want your husband to hear you moanin when I fuck you, hear you screamin when I make you cum. Don’t give me no more shit about motels!” He let her go and sat back.
    Robert glanced at her over his shoulder. “I gotta say Mrs. O’Donnel is lookin good after what all she done last night. By rights, she ought to be damn tired.”
    “Why that?” Sam asked. He stroked Maureen’s bare thigh occasionally trailing his fingers along her slit.
    “Tell him,” Robert said. “Tell Sam what old Travis had you doin last night.”
    Maureen was trying desperately to think of a way to keep Sam from coming home with her. She didn’t answer. Angrily, Robert repeated the question.
    “I’m sorry, Robert,” she apologized. “Last night Travis…Travis took me to a hotel room. At first I was blindfolded. There were seven men.”
    Sam turned toward her, “Black men, right?”
    “Yes, they were all black men.” She paused, looking out of the window.
    Sam squeezed her leg, “What you do for these seven black men?”
    “Everything, everything they wanted.” She knew Sam was waiting for her to explain. “They had me dance for them. I took off my dress so that I was naked. They made me kneel in front of them and crawl to them. I kissed them, tongue kissed them.” Talking about the evening caused her breath to come faster. Sam felt her pussy moisten. He realized talking about it was making her hot. “Go on,” he said. “What else you do?”
    “They made me suck them…suck their cocks.” She saw herself on her knees, naked, the men gathered in a