I’d never understood how inadequate I was. The man pressed into me, hurting my back, letting me appreciate the simple fact, I hadn’t a chance in a fight with him. He’s a redneck hick and wasn’t raised well.”
He continued with his assault on my body, digging in my back pocket, laying the contents on the top of my car. You’ll fucking clean up with your mouth.”
I attempted to calm myself but found it impossible—a strange, intoxicating mixture of fear, anticipation, self-loathing, and excitement harassed my brain. If you do try and lose me, won’t go well for you, worse for cracker boy.”
He helped her up. Our Master picked my wife up and flung her over his shoulder like a trophy. We drove this back road on purpose, no entanglements with the law. You dream of blacks fucking her, fucking you, you birdshit cuckold.”
“I’m not a cuckold,” I said, trying to sound tough. Amazed at her mouth and throat filled with his incredible shaft.
