It was at an outlet mall the week before Christmas. He was a dapper man of color, well black, well to be in step with a former mayor of New Orleans, Chocolate. It was not his dress nor color that attracted attention; it was his hands, in the right was a leash, the left a riding crop.
To begin he said not a word, then to everyone and no one he uttered (very politically incorrect) "My bitch!" And gave a tug on the leash.

What approached was not a dog but a beautiful young lady whose skin tone was that of Café a Late', with sleek black hair that draped over her left eye in the mode of forties star Veronica Lake. What there was of her dress matched her skin tone and clung so close to her upper torso as to reveal every curve. The bottom of the dress that was barely long enough to cover her buttocks and was flared so that each step was breathtaking from both the approach and departure.

When the leash drew the girl close, the man used the crop to give her a light swat on the butt. She stopped stood very still then widely spread her legs, giving her the second swat, she bent at the waist revealing her most secret lady parts from navel to coccyx. The stunner was when she glanced over her shoulder and smiled, her vaginal lips were the same shade of lipstick as her mouth.

With that he swatted her shoulder she stood erect closing her legs. He let out the leash and they walked off, I know some wanted to follow and some wanted to call security but, all were to dumbfound to do either.

We were nearly home before I had the guts or nerve to tell my wife what had happened; she asked if I had pictures.