“Hey, b***h!” Silk called out. “You rather be goin to church and readin bedtime stories to snot nosed kids or makin yourself pretty for me and doin what I say?”
Her hand slid between her legs again. She closed her eyes. “I’d much rather be making myself pretty for you and doing what you tell me,” she said.
“That’s right, Lisa, that’s right. Billy says you’re a good cook, and I know it’s true. Tell Billy what you do after you make me my dinner.”
She looked across at me, her finger moving in slow circles over her c******s, “I get down on my knees beside the table with my hands behind my neck. He likes me to be pretty...eye make-up and lipstick. Usually, I’m naked. He feeds me scraps from his plate.”
“What else?” Silk asked.
“If he orders me to, I crawl under the table and suck h
