And Mom... with all her whining and complaining; constantly berating her."Where is he? Did you suck his cock off?" A constant irritant, but even worse...was the fact that she needed him. She needed that cock. 'Damn! Especially that cock!' she thought and then wondered what in hell was happening to her?She kept her hair fixed the same way it had been that night they'd made love. She wore the same bracelets, the same earrings, the same style clothing, but of course, not the same clothing. People at. As we watched the graphic scenes of a girl getting gang banged by a bunch of black guys on the screen I could sense the fear in Toni. She sat rigidly and tried not to look around but each time there was any slight noise near us she seemed to almost jump out of her seat. I thought she was going to shit herself when a big black man built like a professional linebacker made his way down the aisle to sit next to her. I immediately got so hard I thought I would come in my pants. As she leaned a. “Yolanda, get the hell out of her and go home, I want to deal with this white boy,” Rufus said. “Yes daddy,” she said as she rose and started climbing down the ladder. “Bert, your Daddy and Uncles are good God fearing Southern Baptists. How do you think they would react knowing you were fucking a Negro girl, and one of their sharecropper’s daughters to boot?” Before I could respond, he said, “You have to pay boy, you have to pay, and pay you will.” “Rufus, what can I do?” I asked. “Does she. I stand in the doorway and watch his easy and calm movements. His height and presence fill the kitchen and I suddenly feel very small. My breath intakes sharply as a shudder courses through my body. In three strides he’s enveloping me into a snug embrace. “Are you ok, sweetheart?” “Yes. I’m fine. Really. It’s just that so much has happened tonight already…” He pulls his head back a little and looks down on me, studying my face. “I’m going to give you a choice Corrine…punishment tonight or.