.."That's a good suckass...you understand me completely don't you?" I nodded wildly conveying to her my complete and absolute obedience. She pulled ...way and released my balls. "Good, you turd sucking fuck, we understand each other now." We are going to begin a strict regimen of training and conditioning that will enable you to do your duty each day...and with great skill." She nodded to the two other women as she got up to leave. "Get him started on the tongue stretcher...he'll need two. As he settled in to his work he concentrated on his task to the point where he totally tuned out the world. All that he was aware of was the task in front of him and the telephone on his desk. As days, months, then years went on this degree of concentration stayed with him, causing him to have little or no social life at work.The second virtue, at least to the partners at Leno, Marx, Davis and Abbot, was the fact that Sol was a workaholic. While he was supposed to work from eight until five. ‘Mrs. Burdon, did you hear me?’ It was impossible. Starla had turned into a nigger! ‘Mrs. Burdon?’ ‘Get your dirty hands off me!’ Black Starla stared at her, shocked by the woman’s sudden outburst. ‘Dirty hands? Mrs. Burdon, I just washed your hair. My hands are clean.’ ‘No, they aren’t. You’re a nigger.’ The woman hissed. ‘Nigger hands are never clean.’ ‘What?’ Grace looked up at Dennis and was shocked to see that he, too, was Black. In fact, everyone in the salon was Black. ‘Oh, my God! I’m. It didn't hurt him, which he was surprised about. He struggled and tossed his shoulders back and forth. He was startled and scared. beads of sweat formed on his brow. All he could think about was the safety of his c***dren. Are they ok? Did this person hurt them? Was his wife ok? Am I going to die? He asked what they wanted. He said, "I have money". "Take what you want. Just don't hurt my family", he pleaded with his unknown assailant. Silence. It was more than silence. You.