Not with violence, but by giving them what they want while playing on whitey’s dark desires.Like for instance, the four freshmen coeds my roommate a...d I were talking to. We’d danced and chatted with them for over an hour. We were in a club known for being a place where white women came to hook up with black men. These girls were born after a lot of things changed racially. It became odd to see more than three white players on the floor at the same time during a college or NBA game. It was. Her round doublechinned face never had makeup and when not in her uniform wore man styledslacks and shirts.She pulled me out of school and hired a nanny to home school me. Hername was Madam Simms. In my mind she wasn't a woman but the devilincarnate. She was a very sever looking woman. She was six foot tall inthree inch block heels, more big boned than fat and despite her size veryquick on her feet. Her salt and pepper hair was always styled in a tightbun on the back of her head. She wore. I finished up and got ready for school tomorrow. Before I went to bed I checked my email.I wasn't all that surprised when I received dozens of pictures of myself, undressing, sitting in Kevin's lap, and of course sucking off four different boys while two girls watched.I stared at the pictures. I couldn't help it. I looked so helpless, kneeling in front of those large jocks and sucking on their cocks like a sex slave. Yet for some reason, as I looked at the pictures, I felt a stirring.. "I'm not gonna wear one either, and my titties are a little bigger than yours, so you'll have company. And the whole idea of this party . . . is to get you noticed. Short of doing naked jumping-jacks, nothing gets you noticed by the opposite sex faster . . . than not wearing a bra. Really, Ginny, trust me. They won't be able to see anything through your blouse!”"I don't know. I can't imagine being without a bra. I'd feel like everybody was staring at my little boobs!"“Look, it's up to you..