"Well... I have one complaint..."

"Well... I have one complaint..." I say with a heavy sigh to the blonde teen, whose worry causes her smile to falter.

"A-about what, Mr Cox... oh!" I'm tired of Mikaela playing dumb about what a little white girl should be doing for a black man twice her size and age, and when I take a step forward the heavy erection currently straining against my sweatpants presses against her abdomen with sufficient **** to knock her slight frame back a step.

I love the look of absolute terror in the blonde girl's wide greenish-blue eyes as I share my criticism...