“And we play follow the leader?” she giggled.“That’s dangerous, too.”“I suppose. How about this? We ask two questions, then I do something... like kissing you. Each girl has to follow or is out of the game. That lets everyone stop at whatever limit they want.”“And just how far do you plan to take this in public?” I asked.“As far as it will go!”“And you would have sex in front of the other girls?” I asked.“I did in front of Ellie!”“Sure, but I think you’re starting to veer out of control here.”“Oh. Do you think that in the days of the slave trade racist women sympathized with the plight of the black female? Hell no. They were too busy living in comfort right alongside the racist men. No sense of sisterhood made the racist woman on the plantation feel bad for the black woman who was her slave. How quickly black women forget where they come from. They forget that black men have been fighting, suffering and dying alongside them for ages. Since the beginning. As black men and black women,. Sheeeit, the swollen penile piece was still hard and was dripping cum! I shoved the cummy, bleeding piece into the nigger boy’s mouth. I’m not normally a racist, but my insanity seemed to be bringing out the worst in me. My Southern upbringing was reminding me of the lynching of black fellas who dared touch a white girl with sexual intent! I threw a half-dressed, half-conscious Penny May over my shoulder and started down the five flights of stairs. God have mercy on the life of any pimp or. We're family and family does for one another. I hope that we can get to be good friends now that we have been brought back together by this unhappy circumstance. I don't want you to worry. I'll take good care of you until your mother is able to resume the job." I got up from my chair and went over to her. I put my arms around her neck and hugged her saying, "Thank you, Aunt Katherine, I'm glad that you're here. We need you."My sisters all came over and joined us in the embrace. When we had.