Then we heard a knocking at the door and someone say, "Jon? What are you doing in there?" I knew we were busted. I didn't know how to react. Jon opene... the door and replied, "Nothing. Just working on some things." "Oh, alright. We heard some noises and wondered what they were," the man said "Oh, well I don't know what you heard, sorry." The man opened the door still curious about the noise. He stopped with a shocked look on his face he said, "Oh Jon, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had someone. I started acting innocent.Aisha:- You are my hero and I am all yours. I will just go get fresh up.Nikhil:- (knocking the door) Aishu open the doorI knew what was in his mind. I was in my panty so before opening the door I removed it to give him the full view of my body.Aisha:- Yes wait(I was in the shower. He was also naked. He was looking at my wet water dripping body.)Aisha:- I asked him naughtily say something.Nikhil:- “The warm water is flowing from your head and getting separated at your. That was a good sign. He began using his fingers; first his Peter pointer finger on his right hand as it was the easiest to enter her with. Immediately she began to roll and mimic his movements, pushing against him as she sucked him into her soft folds. To make things interesting, he changed tactics; he swapped his finger for his thumb. The fatter digit seemed to please her as his mouth consumed her, however, when he placed his wet finger by her bum hole she went rigid and froze. Unperturbed. Ditto for my mother, Manal Hanaffi. They were too busy trying to keep a roof over the heads of my siblings and I to worry about other stuff. I felt at odds with Canadian society and its hypocrisy. It’s quite evident in the City of Ottawa, where a subtle but ever-present racism is always at work. Don’t believe me? Watch out white folks, especially the middle-aged males, look at any well-dressed, confident Black person walking around the downtown core, the so-called business center. They’ll look.