The force of the blow threw me four or five feet through the air and completely knocked my breath out. He shouted, "WATCH WHERE YA'RE GOIN', YA DAMNED...PIPSQUEAK!"I was still lying on the floor, dazed and trying to get my breath, when he drew his foot back to kick me in the ribs. Surely, that would have cracked some ribs and possibly killed me from internal injuries. Fortunately for me, Bob stepped in at that point and saved me from a painful, if not fatal, fate. The bear had his foot drawn back. When I squealed on Shawn father my mother just went berserk. She told Shawn never to come around again and that she was going to have a long talk with his father. Shawn got mad at me after that and didn’t speak to me for sometime. Infact we pretty much went are separate ways. When we got to Shawn’s house I could tell my mom was very angry and was just looking for someone to scream at. As we pulled up to the curb at Shawn’s house a red truck pulled into the drive way and a big black guy got out.. Mr. Miller had continued to stroke his cock while I fingered myself, and it had grown its full ten inches hard. He had unbuttoned his jeans so the head peeked out but he didnt take it out. I lay there panting from my cum and he just said. If I let you out of this room you aint gonna try and run off now are you? I shook my head. No sir. He nodded. Good, cause Ill hurt ya if you do. Come on slut, its chow time. And he turned and left leaving the door open. So I followed him out and found the. You're dressed like a girl who wants to play and please her date, who knows where we might go or what we might do. Look I've got to run, I'll see you in the front of school before the first bell and let you know if we've got a date." With that I left her there. I mean I have three very passionate girls at my beck and call; damn right I'm going to be hard to get and hard to please!When I got home, mom told me that dad had called and he wanted me at the burger place where the shortages were at.