I’m still your black husband/slave. You see me going into the refrigerator. You stop me and tell me I’m not allowed to freely eat or nk without your permission. I can only do that through you. You make me back away from the refrigerator. I’m thirsty. You tell me I can only ink your spit if I want to quench my thirst. You tell me I’m better off with your white goddess nectar. You proceed to spit in my mouth. You tease me for doing anything you say. You say it’s pathetic and that black men like me will do anything for white women, especially you. You occasionally say insults in romanian. Then... Show more