That night I heard Dawn call her father. "... Daddy, those men shot my husband and his partner. I had to kill two of them. Are you trying to kill your...granddaughter, or orphan her?... Yes Daddy, I am pregnant, why don't you come see us, I miss you."She finally finished talking to him. "Daddy said he didn't send those men," Dawn told us."Do you believe him?" Sammy asked."Yes," she answered."That means it is the big man who is sending them," I speculated."I don't want to kill anyone else, I just. Use him as a punching bag. He will not miss coming to dinner if he wants to continue to have things how he likes them. Father will ask what the fuck happened to him. Jasmine and I will help him to the table before taking my seat. That is when you will come in to offer to explain what happened to him, but not the why, yet, since he can’t speak for himself. You see, Teri got me a tiny projector that uses lasers instead of bright lights. Once I made sure I connected it to power, hid it, and placed. Mr. Hamilton and I danced to three songs while my cuckold sat on the couch watching us. Mr. Hamilton was holding me so close that I got so aroused. I was lubricating like crazy, I had to go into the bathroom to dry myself. When I did, Mr. Hamilton turned to my cuckold with a very noticeable tent in his trousers. He made no attempt to hide it. Displaying the tent, he said to my cuckold, "You're a lucky man. You have a very sexy wife and I better be going now." The next day Mr. Hamilton wanted to. My jaw clenched as I repeated, "No" over and over. Each iteration brought more force so my head jerked from side to side and my words came like a controlled shout. "What the hell?" Holly said and stepped back away from the silverware drawer. "What's going on?" she asked with alarm in her voice and widening eyes. How could she sit there and talk to me about my mother's shortcomings? How could she say anything? A couple of days ago she was sucking a fat black man's cock in our basement. The true.