With a swift slap across the mouth I turned around and bent him over hisdesk. Don't you ever ask me why motherfucker! His head hit the desk witha lo...d thud and I grabbed his pants by the belt and ripped them down. Holding him by the back of his neck with my left hand I smacked hispale white ass with my right. You ready for a good buttfucking you fuckingbitch? He started to beg and plead for me not to fuck him in the ass.That just made me more excited, getting me hard again. I took ahold of. He pulled them and twisted them with his dark fingers and she encouraged him to do it harder. “Pull my fucking nipples black mother fucker. Make them hurt. Slap them. Ohhh, it feels so good.”Jenny was fucking him back extraordinarily hard, grunting and snorting like a crazed animal. “I need what every filthy white slut can’t get enough of. I need you to fuck me in my nasty asshole. Please? Fuck my white ass with your big, black cock.”He pulled out of her pussy and saw her juices all over. The high pitched agonizing screams, the sight of little bones extruding through tensed muscles, the pathetic pleas for help, and those green eyes crying out for her mommy’s help; those were terrors she relived every single day of her life.Andrea had relived those moments, those hours of helplessness every waking moment of her life. Maureen was her little girl, her only little girl. The doctors had said she could have no more children; it didn’t matter, to lose one, to lose one in the manner. Back at Dorchester High School, he excelled in every kind of sport he tried. Football and wrestling were his favourites, though he liked baseball and swimming as well. He discovered his talent for swimming during one summer in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Anyhow, that was a long time ago. After a fiasco with a white chick named Natalie O’Shea and her racist cop of a dad, Sebastien’s father sent him to Haiti to protect him and teach him a thing or two about character. The young Haitian-American felt.