Just after noon, I was in my room, lying on my bed reading a book. My door wasn’t closed. The next thing I knew, Robert was there. He grabbed my arm...and literally yanked me off my bed. I could smell either beer or whisky on him. I wasn’t sure which.When I was standing, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to the floor while saying, “On your knees, bitch.”Right in front of my face, he unzipped his shorts and pushed them down, along with his underwear. His hard cock was right in. . The first time you see her take a long thick black cock in her mouth, pussy and ass at the same time, begging them to fill her with their potent black sperm ... The first time you watch her dress to go out, knowing she's dressing like a total slut because she's going to get that black cock that she's been thinking about all day ... The first time she comes home at 5 a.m. thoroughly fucked and coated with dried cum all over her and you put your hand under her skirt and feel the soaking wet. He had a large desk covered in paperwork, two chairs on one side, his much larger chair on the other.I gingerly sat down, feeling the cum soaking into the back of my skirt. I let go of my big brother’s hand, folding mine across my lap. I sat there, head bowed, my pigtails swaying down my blouse. Another sickening writhe went through my guts.Principal Carver sat down across from us. He folded his hands before him, leaning forward to glare at us both. I wanted to whimper. Clint just sat there. Annie Buckminster also drove a wagon over, with a load of straw and an empty mattress sack. The women stayed to help Millie get the mattress stuffed and comfortable. Some other women from town also showed up. One brought a pot, another a broom and two others some provisions, including flour, bacon, beans and some eggs. A man came and left without a word, dropping off half a wagonload of split wood, though it was left in a pile rather than being stacked.But Millie felt welcome, and she was.