At 11 on a Sunday morning, Jerome, an attractive, dominant nd 26-y/o white man, led Elle, a submissive, 25-year-old, upstairs to an apartment above The Sailor’s Tavern.

He knocked on the door, after which another white man opened it.

‘Good to see you, Jerome and Elle. I’m Tyler; this is my buddy, Nate,’ – and he pointed toward his friend who also was white.

But Elle didn’t know that a week earlier, Jerome had created an online contact page, “MyJezebelWife’, and posted her nude picture showing her lovely face, long, brown hair, her enormous but firm tits and fine legs.

As well, he’d written a message asking ‘local guys to a meeting involving crass humiliation according to Elle’s desires. I’ll explain her limits after we get together especially since she’s not interested in shrinking violets.’

Four days later, the 24-y/o Tyler and 22-y/o Nate answered: - ‘We’re not shrinking violets, though your wife is sexy enough to defame. We hope you’ll come to our apartment this Sunday at 11 a. m. Would that be okay?’

Jerome replied to agree and suggest a certain activity.

And once he and Elle had stepped into the living room, he grinned, ‘What do you think of my old lady?’

‘First, beautiful as she is, she isn’t respectable enough to be a lady!’ Nate snorted.

‘You’re a scum-dumpster, aren’t you?’ Tyler inquired as he slapped her bottom.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘How about a Jezebel – huh? Tyler continued,

‘She’s more wicked than sin itself!’ Jerome chuckled after which Nate jeered, ‘Probably because she worships the devil!’

‘Man, that’s horrible thing to say!’ Tyler pretended to be shocked.

‘Wait, guys. Her limits are no physical damage, although she wants you to demolish her pride,’ Jerome said.

‘Since when do trick-dolls have any pride, bitch?’ Nate inquired, then: - ‘How much will she cost us?’

‘Five dollars apiece.’

‘I bet you never realized you’d work as a cheap strumpet, did you?’ Nate said before Tyler interjected, ‘Truth is, you’re a slummer trying to earn some extra cash!’

Next, he commanded Elle to undress.

She obeyed, followed by Nate remarking, ‘Your chest is hung like a cow!’

‘Really!’ Nate replied.

Having said that, he asked, ‘Why aren’t you attending church?’

‘God hates me, sir!’ the slattern confessed.

‘He should!’ Nate snarled as he roughly squeezed her milkers and thrust 2 fingers into her wet vag.

‘The gulch between your legs is slobbering, especially considering you’re a moral slob, aren’t you?’ he questioned her as he slid his fingers from her snatch.