The occasional breeze coming through the open window and blowing against his backside served as a reminder of just how exposed he was to his audience....Jason noticed that both Ken, during the 9:00 session, and Cecilia, during the 11:00 session, took the easel closest to his stretched bottom. It seemed that both of them were fascinated at the thought of their friend being forced to put the most intimate part of himself on such public display.There was Burnside's class. Moving about the stage and. It was the most forward thing she’d ever done in her sheltered life. When she pulled back and looked at him, a tear was sliding down her cheek.“You better be, Mister Bledsoe, because I suddenly can’t imagine my life without you in it.”Tommy nodded and gently wiped her tear away with his thumb.Margaret Wilcox arrived in Brantley at noon on Wednesday. She had lunch with Rita at the Bluebonnet, then headed over to Betty Lou’s to pick up Tommy. By one-fifteen, they were rocketing down the road. Centuries ago, white men had fucked young Black girls. Now he was a Black man who owned this young white slut. She was his property. He had just bought her. And now he was fucking her. This was reparations! This was racial justice!Latoya loved the domination. This is what she was for. She was supposed to be a fuck animal for Black men. She loved the situation. He was slamming into her like the piece of meat that she is. She started moaning out her first cum and thrashing uncontrollably at the. I stood up and got face to face with her. I knew that expression. She was ready to go off on our Mother.“I know what you’re thinking. Calm down.” I whispered.“But she tried to kill you.” Chloe whispered.Though I was relieved that she believed me and it only took me going back in time for it to happen, I didn’t want Mother to know my hand just yet.“Relax. For now, I want to play this cool. Are you all right with that?” I asked.“So what’ve you two been up to?” Mother asked.I spun around with a.