I was getting hard and I could feel pre-cum seeping out of my small white penis. The thought of being dominated by a black man and his cock made me fe...el excited in my inferiority. I imagined his black cock must be far bigger than my little white penis.I finally finished my work and went inside his house. I looked around for him a little bit, not daring to walk in on him if he didn’t want me to. He yelled to me, “Come on up, I’m upstairs in the room on the left.” I got so nervous I could feel. . "Interested" in me. Whatever it was I thought a thought that I would have never thought under normal circumstances. I asked, "So, how much does it pay for you to go around the neighborhood handing out those advertisements?" They pay us $25 a day and tell us that if we don't hand out all the ads they'll find out and not pay us."I could see a guy walking down the other side of the street with the same type paper-carrier sack slung over his head. He looked like a Chicano too. I wondered if they. It was so degrading."I tried it one more time six months later. It was worse than the first time."So now you know my secret. I'm so embarrassed to tell you, but you not knowing isn't fair. Will you forgive me?"The look on her face was painful to see. She was in anguish and humiliated over her confession and couldn't look at me. I finally reached and took her hand and said, "Cindy, look at me."Her teary eyes finally lifted to mine and I continued, "You never had love, and I had love and was. Dad left me smiling with satisfaction that he had handed over his child to safe-hands. Dad shook hands with Uncle and left. Uncle wanted to take my 'hand-carry'. I refused. We two walked into the departure-lounge and made ourselves comfortable. Uncle prepared himself a cup of coffee while I took juice. While sipping coffee, he shared a few nice jokes with me. We kept enjoying this stay in the departure lounge of business-class.Uncle Nath was our family-friend. My late Mom used to call him a.