Chapter 8
by 
thelastbreath
What's next?
Go down and see Ricie
Richie is sat at the breakfast table in a suit. The contrast between the two outfits couldn't be more pronounced. Eli felt a wave of humiliation, but gave Richie a twirl anyway.
"Nice ass whiteboy. You oughtta stick it out more, show off."
"Thank you... Daddy" Eli felt a tingle shoot across his body on using the word. He wondered if he'd get to suck Richie's cock again soon.
