From the get go, they have it easier than you. Simply because of their skin color. It’s called white privilege and even though white men and white w...men deny it, it still exists. Maybe you don’t care about the race of your co-workers. All you want to do is do your job, get paid and go home. However, some of these ‘mainstream people’ have decided to make life hell for you at work. They harass you in subtle and not so subtle ways. They exclude you from certain activities. They unfairly deny you. After he exploded his dripping cum inside me, he got up to close the door and draw the curtains.Afterward, we lay on the bed together just relaxing, not saying much. He seemed to be miles away.Suddenly we heard a noise, it was the front door opening. Emma was home. We both looked at each other and I made a quick grab for all my discarded clothes and sneaked back to my room and locked the door behind me. I was sweating and my heart racing...I heard Jamie and Emma arguing loudly, I just couldn't. I knocked, seeing they knew nothing about any of this, and Julia answered the door in the same study clothes she wore in high school. Penny was like a skittish horse, both wanting to run and stay, holding my hand with both of hers, her fingers white from the strain. The girls did their squealing act as I pulled Penny inside. I didn't feel like I actually had her, until the door was closed behind me.I sat us all in the lounge with study notes and text books covering every surface. I explained. "The logo on your apron didn't help. Now you." I pondered the carefully sewn numbers on her costume for a moment."Are you the set of natural numbers?" Nope." She did a pirouette, then clasped her hands behind her back and grinned. "Guess again." Umm," I turned my head sideways, as if the different perspective would make everything clear. "Pi?" She gave me a dirty look. Of course not. Gemma would never choose something that obvious. "Well..." Look more closely," she suggested. I examined some of.