I explain exactly how I'm going to fuck his beautiful white wife

The pencil-necked father of the house is squirming and staying mute. I lean my muscular bulk in closer and look into his beady little white eyes.

"That's right, Chad. I'm going to fuck your wife. I will maul her beautiful full tits, and I will tear her open with every inch of my big black cock. And, believe me, I've got a lot of inches. Your little white cock will rattle in her pussy like a tiny pea once I'm done. And you know what?"

"What?" he stammers.

"I just might knock her up for you. I'll fill her up nice and full of big black spunk, and I'll leave her, and you'll have a beautiful half-black baby to raise in your lily-white house. And you better raise it good, honkey."

"Oh. Ok. What? Oh."

I lean back in my armchair. "You are sleeping on the couch tonight, Mr. Jonssen. Is that clear?"

"Yes. Yes, it's clear," Chad says. He looks rattled, awkward, like he'd rather be anywhere but here. He's gripping the armrests nervously.

"Dinner's ready!" Barb's voice calls out. She pokes her head in and winks at me. "Come on in, boys."

"My," I drawl and beam my widest smile. "Barb, that smells delicious. Let me just come in there."