Paul was busy cleaning the restrooms in the warehouse when three black mewalked in. Two of them he recognized as the ones in the locker room."There's ...he white bitch! Your white mouth ready for some black cock?"Paul started to protest, but was grabbed by the big black man and shovedagainst the wall."I like my white slaves to be naked when they service me. STRIP BITCH!"Frightened, Paul quickly undressed in front of them. The three black menwere now naked from the waist down. Each of them. " She broke off at that point, and buried her face in her hands for a minute as the tears came back, and her breathing turned into ragged sobs.She stopped crying in a minute and looked up, wiping her face with her hands. "After about a year, we were in pretty rough shape 'cause Daddy had lost his job, and we were living on welfare. My older brother was working part-time and getting paid in cash. Without that money we would have been homeless." She reached out for our hands again, squeezing them. He came over to me and stood in front of me playing with himself, as I smiled looking up at it and him, waiting for something to happen and it did, as he reached down and put his thumb into my mouth, 'Lick it', he ordered, and I did, the gentle feeling of my tongue on his finger digit, caused the eruption the hit my face on numerous occasions and inside my open mouth, bitter and acrid and causing my eye to water.He reached into his pocket and produced a colourful candied lollipop, he unwrapped. After a few more moments he told her to slide in. She did, and the water burned regardless of the preparation, even though the water was little more than tepid. Thankfully the pain dissipated quickly. It occurred to her that she had no feelings of self-consciousness at her nakedness with Phil. In the shit hole bar or here in his bathroom. She wondered why. She was proud of her body until last night’s revelation that all of her pride was a lie. Pride was now a burden. There was no room for two.