“I won’t. I won’t forget again. I’m sorry. I should know by now how you want me.”
“And how’s that?” Robert asked.
“When I’m with you, with any black man, I should spread my legs and show him my cunt.”
“Why’s that?”
She thought for a moment, “To let him know it’s his. To let him know he can f**k me.”
Robert started the car. “Is our little white b***h wet, Sammy?” He asked.
Sam’s hand moved up along her leg until his finger traced the furrow of her slit. She felt her face burning. Sam rubbed her c******s. “Yeah, Robert, she’s good and wet. It’s like Travis said, ‘this white b***h is always hot for the black man’.” He touched her lower lip with the tip of his finger wet with her secretions. Obediently, she parted her lips. He slid his finger between them. She sucked it. In her mind’s ey
