My lips were painted red. My heels clacked on the sidewalk as I walked to the party, the autumn air giving me a chill, my nipples turning hard.Most of... the night was uneventful. I chatted with my friends, and may have had too much to drink. It was when I was opening another beer that I saw him. He was leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket, another holding a cup. He wasn't talking to anyone. He was wearing dark jeans, with a tight white t-shirt, showing his taut stomach and broad. ”She turns, raises her head, and walks quickly to the kitchen, where she’s heard opening and closing cabinets as she makes her list. When she finishes, she goes to the laundry room. She opens the dryer and folds or hangs the remaining load of clothes. When done, she takes her Daddy's clothes to his room and hangs his shirts in the closet, then puts his underwear and socks in his dresser drawers. She then returns to the laundry room to retrieve her things, goes to her room, and puts things. . Please? Please cum for me?"He would. Soon. The pleasure was washing all over him.The whites had thought their black slaves stupid fools, not much more evolved than apes. Thus, they had justified owning blacks and treating them as cattle--buying and selling, breeding and using. But Kunta was no docile, dumb cow. He was a leader of a proud race of princes, poets, and priests. He was an alpha among alphas. And he knew how to administer justice to dogs like these white scum. Suck, suck,. He works for some important computer firm in the city making gross amounts of money, plus like us he’s a trust fund baby,” Michael told them with a laugh. Michael parked in the driveway and as they all got out, Silk noticed a valet, who took Michael’s keys and as they walked up the walk to the front door, the truck disappeared. Michael rang the bell and the person who answered it gave Silk her first shock of the evening.He was dressed as a French-maid. Silk knew it was a male by his features.