The demographics of Ottawa are changing rapidly, and not everyone is happy about it. I went to Hurdman station one morning and saw so many Somali, Ara..., Chinese and Hindu students waiting for the school buses. Wow. The great White north is growing more colorful by the minute, eh? In a crowd such as the one I just described, I felt at peace in spite of the noise around me. I heard so many different tongues. Arabic. Mandarin. Somali. Hmmm. I’m told that names like Mohammed and Singh are more. About that time I heard a car coming up the driveway. My first thought was to grab my clothes and hide. I fought down that thought and continued to kneel facing the front door. Now I was afraid to look around so I just focused on the door.I was nervous now. kneeling there naked I heard the car pull up behind me and the engine stopped. I could see the car in the reflextion of the door glass.Several doors slammed shut so I knew there was more than one person arriving. Sure enough I watched in the. I quickly obey, lying face down, raising my ass to receive my punishment. “Oh no,” she says with just a hint of amusement. “That would be too easy. On your back!” I turn over quickly and lay there with my hands by my sides, feeling myself tremble with anticipation as my Mistress slowly gets onto the bed and straddles me. I look upwards to see her delicious ass and pussy descend towards my face. I half hope that she will continue all the way until I can taste her, although I cannot see how that. He grabbed my boobs at the same instant I grabbed his dick. “That’s it, Bro, squeeze them, and pinch my nipples.” He did, then squatted a little bit, I lifted one leg and guided his cock to my pussy. “Aaahhh, that feels good,” I sighed as he slipped inside me, “You have no idea how bad I need a good dick.” “All you had to do was ask,” he panted, “And from now on you don’t even have to ask. Jesus, Brenda, your snatch is tight! You ain’t cherry, are you?” “Huh uh,” I gasped, “Now shut up and fuck.