Not much has changed since the days of Emmett Till. I found myself confused and lonely in Ottawa. A young Black man stuck in a City where Black women ...ated Black men with a fiery passion and eagerly joined forces with White guys and Black men alone faced the racist system seemed hell-bent on keeping us down. Of course, other Black men seemed oblivious to this. They chased White women like their lives depended on it. I found that foolish and dangerous. Seriously. They were one false accusation. Gift giving commenced before I could follow up on that thought. Eddie went first and provided Wendy with an elaborate set of colored pencils, remarking that she had mentioned wanting to draw more. Angela provided a package that contained several canisters of Mace."It might not be legal, but can you think of anything she needs more?" she asked us when we all looked at her as the package was opened. Wendy who already had been struggling to control giggles burst out laughing and soon everyone had. She was 5'10", 170 pounds, EE tits and a wide ass. Not necessarily fat, just thick and also had a pretty face. While I kept fucking her slowly now, June looked up and said that when she saw my dick she couldn't wait. I started fucking her as hard as possible wanting to fill her womb with my load and maybe giving her the baby she wanted. One more stroke and buried deep I started spraying her insides with my cum causing her to have another squirting orgasm. When she calmed down, she look at. It was exciting to think the room service guy might see my stocking covered legs. I opened the door and let the guy roll the cart into my room. He was a good looking guy, probably in his late 20's and he put the tray on the table and turned to leave. I was covered by the robe to just below my knees but I knew he could see my stocking covered legs as I handed him the money for the dinner. It was very exciting but he didn't act like he noticed my legs as he turned to leave. As he was walking.