If I don’t want to have anything to do with Baptists, nobody is making me. If, when my son is older, I don’t want him going to school with Baptist...boys, the law doesn’t make him. If I don’t even want to shit where Baptists shit, I don’t have to. But the state doesn’t pay for that. Now, if somebody here doesn’t want to shit where Negroes shit, nobody is going to make them. But It’s awfully arrogant of them to demand that the state appropriate money to provide them privies for their personal. Daddy remarried a couple of years after, a nice lady he knew from work. Amanda was around for eight years, then she got offered a really big promotion, provided she moved to New York. We held a family meeting, all agreed it was way too good an opportunity for her to pass up. She flew home every other weekend, then once a month, then not for three months. I was dating by then, so I guess I didn’t specially notice her absence. Then we had another family meeting; Amanda and Daddy couldn’t make it. He was so excited by the previous action that he came within just a few thrusts. They all seemed to be really satisfied. Leroy slapped my ass and thanked me for a good fuck and suck and they all collapsed on the couch and switched on the TV. It was a Saturday and now about 7:00 or so. They put on a football game, replaced the ball gag in my mouth and where sat around chilling and enjoying the game.They’d helped themselves to beers and were talking as I lay there all bound and helpless with cum. "I wanted to say that it wouldn't hurt him any to spend a little time there - get rid of that pot belly - but I knew if I said anything I'd be beating a dead horse. I knew all the excuses by heart. "I don't have the time to waste on things like that." "I don't need it; I'm in better shape than half of the men my age." "I have more important things to do with my time."Yeah, I thought, like sitting in your den pretending to do work you brought home while what you are really doing is visiting porn.