Henry and Jada

"C'mere, white boy," Jada purred. "On your knees." Douglas looked around suspiciously.

"Where's Henry?" he asked.

"Henry's out doing an errand. I wanted this moment for just the two of us. Why don't you rub my feet, be a good white boy." Douglas was still suspicious, but started to rub her feet as bidden.

"I found out I'm pregnant, baby. And it's Henry's, obviously." Douglas got very pale very fast, looking up at Jada.

"And ... he wants me. He wants me to be his wife. And I accepted."

"What about us?" Douglas asked.

"Well, I still want you ... to rub my feet and shit. But you aren't meant to be my man, baby. But Henry is. So can you be my footboy?"

Douglas swallowed, considering.