The son also rises

"Like what you see?" a tall negro boy had appeared at the top of the stairs, his question more like an accusation.

"Oh! Um, wh-what do you mean?" Cassie stammered, trying to sound innocent instead of nervous as she smoothed down her fancy pink dress. Then she looked down and gasped when she saw that he was stroking an exposed and erect penis just as large and dark as she saw on the other negro. Every step he took toward her, Cassie took a half-step back down the hallway. "I don't want you to think I'm racist... I just... I just want to go home..." By now he had cornered her in a dark room at the end of the hallway, and he took one of her hands and guided it to his engorged member, making her slowly stroke it.

She saw the whites of his teeth in the dark room. "You do what I say and you won't be racist," he said, taking his free hand and pushing her blonde head down and towards his cock. "Suck it," he said forcefully.

Slowly Cassie put her lips on the tip of his long black cock...