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because...because they’ll see that you have a pretty white woman who is...is hot for you...that she’s yours…she belongs to you.”
    “Dance,” he said.
    “What?”
    “You fuckin hard of hearing? I said dance. I want to see you shake it.”
    It was humiliating enough to be standing naked before him, but to dance, “I…I…can’t,” she said.
    Placing both big hands on the arms of the chair, he leaned forward, his face angry, “Damn you, bitch, I said dance!” he shouted.
    Awkwardly, while trying to hear a beat in her head, she began to move taking small unsteady steps in the high heels. After a few moments, he gestured for her to stop. “You gonna have to dance better than that. You got to take some time practicing in front of a mirror.” He finished the last of the beer. “Now, bitch, turn around and bend over. I want to see your little asshole.”
    “Oh, no…please…I mean…,” she began.
    He cut her off by shouting, “Do it, goddamn you! And pull your ass cheeks apart so I get a good look.”
    She felt her face burning with shame. She turned toward Brian and, shutting her eyes, reached behind her to spread her ass cheeks.
    “Jesus!” Travis exclaimed. “That’s the tightest virgin asshole I ever seen. Shit! Ain’t no way you’re gonna be able to fit me till you do some stuff to open it up. You gonna have to buy dildos, ass dildos, three or four in different sizes from small to big.” He snapped his fingers. “OK, stand up and turn around.” He noticed she was still blushing. “You like showin me your asshole?”
    Why, she wondered, did he keep insinuating that he was going to be in her life after tonight? What are these ass dildos he’s talking about? She knew how she had to answer his question, “Yes, I liked showing my…my…myself to you in that way.”
    He crooked a finger at her and pointed to the floor between his spread legs. Once more, she crawled to him. Her pale white skin contrasted sharply with his blackness. Kneeling before him, she looked like a small frightened child. “If you’re hot for your man, little bitch, you know what to do,” he said. Still on her knees, she lifted her head, put her hands behind her neck, and thrust her breasts forward. “Say it,” he ordered.
    “I’m hot. You make me excited. I….I…please, take me.” She told herself she was only speaking this way in order to get it over with and have him leave.
    “Take off my shoes,” he said.
    Bending over, she unlaced one of his huge heavy boots. “I got big feet,” he said. “Need to order special shoes, size eighteen triple E. You ain’t never seen feet as big as mine.” She tugged off the first boot and then the second one. His black socks were damp, the odor of sweat and warm leather. When she’d finished, she looked up at him. “Good,” he nodded. I like to have my feet rubbed, but we’ll save that for some other time. You ever do foot rubs?”
    Removing his shoes was bad enough, the thought of touching his bare feet almost made her wretch. “No, never.”
    “You’ll learn. You got a lot of learnin to do.” He unbuckled his belt and began to zip down his fly. “Move in closer,” he said, “and take the position.” She inched forward between his spread legs and clasped her hands behind her neck as he’d instructed. He rose slightly and pushed his jeans down to his knees. As his cock came into view she uttered a small cry. “Yeah,” he smiled, “that’s what they all do first time they see my black meat.” It hung almost to his knees and was unbelievably thick. He lifted it and let it fall. “In my whole life, I only seen one a little bigger. When you make it hard it’s gonna be just like them convenience stores, “Seven-Eleven.” That’s seven inches around and eleven inches long.”
    Once more he lifted his cock so that it was just inches from her face. The bulbous head was almost as big as a child’s fist. She quickly inched back. She’d never seen an