"This is the night for it, if ever." He reached under the couch and came out with plastic bag containing a vibrator and a tube of something called Aph...odisia. It all looked new. He handed it to me, with devilish interest on his face, "Here, use this to put on a little show." I was happy to oblige. I had my own vibrator at home, I knew just what to do. John didn't move, so I nestled into him, slid down so my head was on his leg, his cock against my cheek. I lifted and spread my legs. I started. She slid the long black coat from her shoulder and turned to hand it to the waiter, as she did so she caught the young mans eyes wandering up her shapely legs. Normally she would have been offended but tonight she felt good and was glad that her attentions were appreciated by someone. She slid into the booth as the waiter moved away with her coat, but she knew he was still watching her and she let her dress ride up a little to reveal the tops of her stockings before sliding back into the seat.. I considered her to be akin to a goddess. I began venturing into the dating pool of Ottawa. Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that Black women in Ottawa put White men on a pedestal and thought of Black men as dirt bags. Hey, I hate to say it but it’s true. I swear to high heaven. I mean, I’d see Black women with Black men in restaurants in Ottawa and they were always yelling at the Black men or giving them an attitude. Yet when they were out with White men, they were always on their best. I was feeling bad because I did not know what would happen with Ry not having a job. I was feeling that my world was being destroyed.I was sipping my wine, and I looked at Ry and ask her, “Do you have any fantasies, what do you dream about?”She said, “Don’t laugh, I have always dreamed about being tied up and having someone totally have control of me.”“WOW, really, I have had the same dream, and lately she was the one tying me up in it.” I finally said, “If you would like, maybe we could do it,.