.” gasped Richard.Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!Thwack! “Oh Linda … please stop I – I.”Thwack! She was laughing at him now and said, “So this is ...what gets you off, you tub of lard? I should have known the first time I laid my eyes on you … the big Mr. Executive ordering everyone around, but sporting a midget's wee-wee between his legs.”That did it – Richards temper flared and the tingle grew into an intolerably sensitive throb. It came in waves, not unlike an orgasm but different. Mr. Happy exploded. “Miss Sharmekia, explain how you’d solve the problem?”Sharmekia was not going to be a Rhodes scholar, that is, unless they opened up the applications to aspiring backup hoochy dancers in a rap video. At fourteen, she affected as much ghetto style as she could get away with and still get in through the front door of school.Of itself, I have no problem with how somebody wants to present an image. Heaven knows, we have a spectrum from Sharmekia through aspiring pole dancers to cheerleaders to the. He got in, and said, I'm gonna make that sweet little white boy Arse all mine.all I could do was mumble, thankyouhe looked at me and said,call me master, and you're my white faggot bitch. I nearly came right there and then!i only live ten minutes drive from the town, so we were soon back at my flatAs we got in the door, he said, you know what to do get naked and on all fours bitch. Immediately I pulled off my clothes and knelt before himhe laughed and said he knew I was a faggot from the moment. " I did have her class yesterday," Sandra said. "It was on..." she furrowed her brow for a moment as if trying to remember. Luke waited. Sandra's brow very slowly unfurrowed, but she remained otherwise motionless, staring blankly into space.Luke waited a bit longer."Um... ?" he said, finally."Huh?" she replied, immediately becoming animated again. She blinked a few times."You were talking about your class?" Class?" Right, the class you had yesterday with the teacher who lives in my building?".