“I’m not an invalid,” Freya protested. “You need to start the day with a good meal. You were really out of it last night and you haven’t ea...en since yesterday,” Ben smirked. “You were on a cheap drunk last night. How’s the hangover?” “I’m still fuzzy and my crotch is sore.” Freya’s hand was under the blanket. Ben shrugged, “Deege said they need to have you back next week.” “I hope they’re not going to clobber me again,” Freya’s free hand rubbed her eyes. “I’m sure you will be better by. He asks how long I have been watching and I admit for more than a few minutes. “You know I am mesmerized by you baby.” In one swift move he pulls me around the chair and face down into his lap. He pushes me slightly forward so my ass is in his lap. “You have been a naughty girl, standing by and watching when you should have been here helping. You know what happens to bad girls”. My body starts to tense, I know it's only a matter of seconds before his hand strikes my ass. Crack! “Oh. Missy had her three cousins as bride's maids, but didn't single any one of them out as her maid of honor. Karl, of course, was the best man. In spite of the fact that their mother's father was white, the two boys never considered themselves anything but black. Having had a white grandfather, David might have been more friendly to me that day in the park than most black teenagers. But mostly he's just a nice boy. I'm sure he'd noticed Missy was white and dismissed her, until I brought him. I was having the best day of my life. The very best time that I ever would. Ever. And all I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck my white friends. To be with with the men I really loved. The men my father would never, ever have approved of if one had asked me to marry him. A white guy could be my dad's friend. A white guy could work for him. A white guy could even dance with his daughter on her wedding day. But no white boy would ever get to love me, not with Daddy around.Stay in your.