"FUCK!" Addison growled as her father's cock invaded her tight tunnel without warning. She reached forward and grabbed the other edge of the counter. ...Her small breasts mashed against the cold laminate bench top as her father began to pummel her from behind. Her smooth skin squeaked every now and then against the counter as her moans and grunts matched her father's. Stephen's hands mauled at her ass, squeezing at the round fleshy globes in ecstatic abandon, pulling them apart to expose her pink. "MyMaster, this slave is truly sorry, but it must decline, Sir." Thepunch, the very first punch to the guts, fells me. I nearly black out and starsflicker in my vision as I fall to hands and knees. I had never expected suchpure violence. I try to get up, but he is putting a chain around my neck. As Itry to rise he helps me with a sharp tug from the pulley above and soon I amstanding staright up with perfect posture, the chain biting into my neck, butnot restricting the blood flow. He grabs my. ‘Mr Grimshaw left three months ago. I don’t know where he is.’ She replied as she began to close the door. ‘Doesn’t matter, luv,’ The man rejoined. He looked at his clip-board and then at her. ‘You say he’s gone? Well, we’re here to carry out the eviction, so open up darling and we’ll get started.’ Sheer fear now fastened on her. ‘What eviction? No one’s told me about any eviction. I’ve got a small child and a baby. I’ve made no arrangements. You can’t just put me out on the street.’ ‘Oh, I. I try and avoid them like the plague. Wallahi, the last thing I want to do is hang around someone who sees my skin color and the Hijab on my head before they realize that I am a human being. To White feminists, I am and always will be the social and cultural other. The fact that I stand six feet tall, dark-skinned and curvy, in a land that worships skinny pale bitches, doesn’t exactly bode well for me. I refuse to surrender in the face of adversity, though. I tried dating White girls, since.