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I say 'pimps' as there were two of them, but I suspected that one was operating under the authority of the other. There were five girls, two with one pimp and three with the other, but it was the one with the three that caught my attention. Apparently one of the little white girls pissed off her pimp as he was really laying into her. Normally, I wouldn't care about such things, as I would punish my women when they got out of line, but for whatever reason this particular situation rubbed me the wrong way. When I punish my women, I do it calmly and in a controlled manner. I have wailed on them from time to time, but that was always during a pain session and never during a punishment and I never struck them with a closed fist. A girl should never be beaten when you are angry because you lack personal restraint at that point, as evidenced by the fact that you're angry, under the influence of emotion. No, when you are angry, you put the girl on lockdown and you save physical punishment for when you are in a clear frame of mind, after having had a chance to weigh the punishment against the crime. What the pimp was doing was out of rage, by the look on the girl's faces. The fact the second pimp was standing by, keeping his girls out of the situation, told me that this was more than just an 'attitude adjustment' or 'correctional education'. After slapping the girl around a few times, yelling at her, the large black dude drew his balled fist back and drilled the little girl upside the head, sending her straight to the ground, drawing cries and pleas of mercy from the other girls. I heard the hit from where I was standing as it popped loudly through the night air and I thought the girl was dead for sure or crippled at the very least. After a few moments, her pimp standing over her crumpled body yelling at her to get up, she finally started to move. I was a bit relieved to see her functioning and the fact she wasn't convulsing told me she wasn't suffering any sort of major brain damage from the blow, but when he started to kick her for not getting up quickly enough, I knew she was likely living black on borrowed time. Again, I had no business interfering with how a man wants to handle his woman, but this was not a man handling a woman. This was an animal and animals do not get to handle women. Animals have no impulse control and it was evidenced by how he was beating the shit out of this girl. It was bad enough he let his women sleep with other men, regardless if it was for profit, but he was a bully. He was using fear and pain to keep his girls tits in line, not confidence and leadership. He demanded his girls toe the line for him, but did not hold himself to a higher standard as an example. I used my girls as I pleased, but I always kept my girls at the forefront of my mind and everything I did was for them, for us. When I looked at this guy, I threesome saw Robert, if he actually had the size to enforce his will. When he struck the little woman, I saw a larger, stronger version of Robert beating Melanie. Although Robert never struck Mel, I'm fairly certain it was because he was a small man and he was well aware of what I did to my last, bigger, foster dad and would probably do to him should he ever step over the line. As I watched this man, I saw my foster dads, asian animals, the lot of them, coming home drunk and pummelling me senseless for trivial errors. Hardcore Not today, Sonny Jim. I put my bag in the backseat and went to the trunk. I retrieved the L-shaped tire iron from there and slid half of it down the back of my pants. She took ghungharoo from it. “Of course not, but what happened to your clothes? Susan black looked at the scared woman and knew that she was also in the clutches of the threesome twins. Absolutely no freaking way. She loved it. I said are you sore from last night, she said not inside or anything just across my abdomen, I said that's from you orgasm, she said guess what Kim and I did after we went to bed? Al then told me he was asian meeting his wife midway over the weekend and Hardcore would be back late Sunday. “But do you want me to?” Then it happened. I am sitting at home doing nothing in particular (as opposed to nothing at all), when I decide to check my email. Found out she was tits a front line striker on the volleyball team. I slowly brought my hips back and then forward again and again.