How could they not? I’m a six-foot-three, big and tall Black man with rugged good looks. And unlike ninety nine point nine percent of Black men livi...g in the Confederation of Canada, I love Black women. Why do I love Black women? Too many reasons to list here. While I was working as a security guard at the Museum near downtown Ottawa, I got stared at all day by white guys and white chicks who treated me like an alien. Canadians are politely bigoted folks. And I can’t stand them. They don’t like. He was very shocked by my act as he knew how much i hated him…i had a hand bag with me and took his permission to keep the bag in his room and told him that i would pick it up in the evening after 8.30….he told me that he would be glad to meet me again…obviously the kind of hugg that i had given him had turned him on…when i was out partying with my friends it started raining…i was thoroughly wet…my friends told me to go and pick up the bag and come back to the hotel…i went to the school, all. Instinctively his hands moved over his penis. I gently parted his hands. The penis dangled there between his legs, very red and sore looking. "Is it all right?" he asked. "Yes. You're just being a little rough on it. You have to stroke it gently. It should be a pleasurable experience--not painful. Do you come?" "Sometimes. It hurts so bad sometimes I just stop." I went into the bathroom and got the jar of vaseline from the medicine cabinet and returned to the living room. I had Jake sit of. "Oh just killing some time." I said.She walked on and I watched her leave, the curves ofher hips, the flawless round shape of her ass. God Iwanted her so bad I could taste it. I shifted in mychair and flipped back to the website I was reallyhere to see. The pictures of the bound models and thestories of women's fantasies about being abducted weremy focus. If I could give Megan a fantasy like that, surely she'd like me. Really like me, maybe she'd like it so much she'd be my girlfriend. I.