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make-up table.
    She struggled to her feet, unsteady in the stiletto heels. Looking in the mirror, she saw that her lipstick was smeared and her mascara had run. She concentrated on steadying her trembling hands as she applied fresh lipstick and gloss. She wiped her face clean and repaired the mascara. Finally, she brushed her hair and straightened her blouse.
    “Why’d you do that?” he asked.
    She turned to face him, “You told me to.”
    “You makin yourself pretty for your black lover?”
    She knew now that he expected a complete answer. “Yes, I’m making myself pretty for my black lover.”
    He nodded then gestured toward Brian who still stood in the doorway. “Go over there by your husband,” he said.
    Not looking at Brian, she crossed to stand in front of him. “Now boy,” Travis said, “Your wife is gonna give herself to the black man. You gotta respect a wife who’s smart enough to know a real man when she sees one. Ain’t I right?”
    Brian was still shaken after what he’d just witnessed. He wasn’t sure what Travis had asked. “Yes,” he said meekly, “yes, you’re right.”
    Travis nodded unsmiling, “I see your wife is wearin a brand new pair of fuck-me shoes and her little toes is bare.” He paused. “You got to show her respect by getting down on your knees and kissin them toes. But first I want to hear your wife tell you what she wants to do.”
    Maureen looked at Travis who nodded. Blushing furiously she turned to her husband, “I...I…want to give myself to him. I want him to take me.”
    Brian stepped back, frowning. “On your knees, goddamn you!” Travis shouted. “Or I’ll come over there and break your fuckin head!” Maureen turned toward Travis again, intending to protest but seeing the anger in his eyes she remained silent.
    Hesitating, Brian got to his knees and kissed the brightly painted toes of her right foot. “Both!” Travis shouted. Obediently, Brian kissed the other foot. Still on his knees, he looked across at Travis who asked, “Why did you do that, boy? Why you on your knees kissin your wife’s feet?”
    “Ah…uh...you said for me to do it.”
    Travis leaned forward, “That ain’t the right answer, you dumb fuck. Why did I tell you to do it?”
    “To…to…show her respect.” He saw that Travis wasn’t satisfied. “To show her respect for giving herself to…to…the black man...giving herself to you.”
    “That’s right, boy. I’m gonna fuck your wife. If you’re a good boy, maybe I let you watch. You want to watch the big black man fuck your wife? You want to watch your wife on her knees suckin my black cock and lickin my black balls?”
    Brian continued kneeling, “Yes, I’d like to watch.”
    “And when I’m done fuckin your wife, you gonna clean her up. I mean with your tongue and show her respect again?”
    Brian wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but was afraid to question. “Yes, I’ll do what you say.”
    “That’s right, boy, from now on you gotta show your wife more respect.” Maureen had turned to face him. He stared at her for a moment, “It’s easy to see there ain’t but one man in this room. How about you sayin who that is?”
    She glanced at her husband who was still on his knees, then she looked at Travis, “It’s you. You’re the only man here.”
    “You my woman?”
    “Yes, for tonight, just for tonight I’ll be your woman.”
    “You want me to fuck you?”
    She took several steps toward him. He pointed to the floor. “One of the first things you got to learn is that you got to crawl to the black man when you’re wantin him to give you his cock.” She got to her knees and crawled until she was kneeling between his spread legs. He could see that her nipples were pressed tight against the shear blouse. He also recognized a look in her eyes. It was one he’d seen a thousand times before. The little bitch wanted it. Well, she was gonna have to do some tricks first. He allowed himself a slight smile.