Awesome. Yet another unarmed, innocent black man shot by racist, overzealous, trigger-happy cops. God, I’m lucky to be alive. At five in the morning... the security company sent a car to drop me off at my apartment in the East End of Ottawa because the buses aren’t running around that time. I went home, took off my shirt, pants, socks and underwear, and fell in bed. I wouldn’t wake up until noon on Tuesday, August 7, 2012. I got home at 5 : 17 A.M. that day. In my lifetime, I’ve run into so many. "ARE YOU GONNA JUST SIT THERE AND STARE OFF INTO SPACE OR ARE YOU ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP?" her voice echoed through my head as my eyes displayed a horizontal gaze. Absolutely not about to fall asleep baby, I was in a deep thought of the endless possibilities regarding the things I would love to do to you and your body. I asked her If I could bring up the subject the following night so that I had a little more time to piece together a Mischievous concoction of pleasurable torment and have it. Julie was blond and had yellow pussy hair to match. Her triangular bush was akin to a lion's mane, and her labia minora were as intimidating as the mouth of a lion but in a beautiful, almost challenging way. They were a delicious bubble gum pink and just so strong looking. They jutted out from her middle in two thick semi-circles. They were never in a state of rest, always standing at attention, her vaginal opening always exposed like an unblinking eye. The first time I saw it (fortunately on. Other members of the team present are only to be referred to as ‘mistress’. Let the haze commence.’ The girls crowded around me, examining me from top to bottom. Violet was the first to touch me. She simply trailed her index finger from my clit all the way up to my mouth. As I bit my lip in anticipation, she smiled and announced, ‘I think our slut wants to be played with.. What do you think, girls?’ The other girls quickly agreed. Natalie helped Violet tie down my arms and legs, so I was spread.