Igwe had behaved from the start as though it was all a formality and as though the job was already his.Reflecting on this David was aware that the job...might well have been his from the moment Igwe looked at the accompanying photograph of his lovely blond wife Sarah.Sarah was at that moment lavishly sucking on the mammoth black monster that had taught her the delights of feminine submission. Her normally feisty nature had evaporated in the presence of the natural dominance of Igwe Orizu.Her. They have a very different outlook on life. Their teenage years are the most difficult for them, and if they can get through them without too many emotional scars, then they'll probably be okay." How do you know this?" she looked at me questioningly."Talking to the coaches and parents. I've met some of the handicapped adults who are involved. They're married, have children in some cases, and live a pretty good life all things considered. Most of them are very keen on keeping fit. You know who. Islands are surrounded by water ... Canada is ... oh ... I'd say ... spittin' distance to the north and east ... and probably some south. If we were going someplace like Montana there'd at least be a barbwire fence to two to cut down the breeze ... all that's cutting back the wind is Lake Superior and if it did confound all predictions and blow from the south ... Lake Huron is solid ice." Weatherman is predicting a thaw." Weathermen? I'll have you know weatherman is the only job where you can. Deal?" He says, grabbing my boob without even asking. He winks at me. I guess I have to."...Deal" I say, looking at the ground as he gropes my chest without mercy."Good, now get in there." He says, before slapping my butt. I almost immediately go into full slut mode after that. He keeps tenderly gripping my ass as we get into the stall and close the door.I turn around and his pants are already by his ankles and his cock half hard. I'm in awe as I look at it. It's pretty damn big, even for only.