They’re a lot less friendly and open-minded about race relations and cultural issues than they claim to be. You’ve got to watch your back in Canad... if you’re a person of color. Especially in the Province of Ontario. Trust me on that one. Oh, man. I think that I’m getting ahead of myself quite a bit here. Let me first tell you about the events that forced me to leave my beloved city of Boston for the weirdness of Canada. The end starts now, folks. Sometimes, things can go really wrong in a. That made me a little nervous, but I screwed up my courage and went in.Once inside, I saw even more guys standing around. It didn't take me long to figure out that a light over a door meant the booth was occupied, and no light meant it was empty. In an attempt to hide from the leering eyes on me, I entered a booth as soon as one came open.The room was tiny, with a folding chair and a TV screen and a place for me to insert my dollars. I stuck in the first bill in the slot and the screen. Within minutes, the image of an infant appeared on the black and white screen. Tears began to form in my eyes as I realized that this wasn’t a joke or a mistake. I was really pregnant. After a few minutes of silence, my doctor looked back down at me from the screen. ‘You look to be about seven weeks in. I’m surprised you haven’t had any morning sickness!’ Biting my lip, I let the tear begin to roll down my face. ‘I’m sorry…I just don’t know what to say is all.’ Mistaking my tears of pain for. "Good. Now place your arms behind your back." I did so. This lowered my shoulders and raised my chest accentuating the pecs and pulling my abs tight. I sat legs slightly apart, my dick proud. She walked round and moved my knees together. My dick twitched in anticipation as she straddled my thighs. Still clothed, and sat down on me, mid-thigh. She smelled amazing and her legs looked incredible. I got a good look at her cleavage - a nice palm full of firm breasts. Tanned and femininely muscular..