“Yes, sir,” I tol’ him. He slowly ran his finger down to my slit and traced along the lips, going further an’ further down. Xnxx That goes for what happened today with Mister Gantner an’ whatever happens with him later, too. But, a man like Mista Gantner got his needs so he’s gotta use colored girls to take care of ’em. “Well, that’s natural, girl,” she said. I didn’t actually get involved with Mister Gantner, junior, ’til later on.”
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When I was a girl there’d be times when your aunt Donna an’ me would come home from school or from a friend’s house an’ find a fancy car in the driveway an’ my daddy sittin’ on the porch smokin’ a cigarette. “Greetin’s, boss,” she said. “Yes, sir, boss,” I said. Thank you, sir. Don’t you forget it.”
“I won’t,” I tol’ her.
