Turned on by the whole experience I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him, touching his broad arms and his wide chest. He hesitated then grabbed...me by my thighs and pulled me from the counter. Slamming me against the fridge, he aggressively tore my beater. Pinning me to the wall I felt his dick getting harder thru his jeans as his sucking my nipples. He hadn’t made me this wet in a long time. I pushed him to the floor kissing that spot on his ear, undoing his pants and belt he turned me. Then, he led the horse to thebarn and drew open the door. As he led Marmaduke into the barn, Jarvis heard a franticcommotion and some whispering. He looked up in surprise and saw arather comical sight. Brutus was frantically buckling his beltwhile Dahlia, dressed in a frock and blouse, looked terrified andin great disarray. The two black servants had just scrambled outof Marmaduke’s stall where they had quite evidently been foolingaround. Jarvis f****d himself to repress a grin. Abe was unfamiliar with farm work, but was interested, and, besides, an extra set of hands were nearly always useful. He helped busting bales of hay both in the barn, and in the pasture. It had surprised him, and made his day when the new colts had allowed him to pet them as they nursed their mothers.It took them much less time this morning to get all the chores done, and get back to the house. Just as they were pulling into the tractor shed, a truck pulled in front of the house. It had the. 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 living 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.