I watched her walk away, gawking at that mesmerizing big round ass of hers. Damn. Somali women got it going on! I smiled to myself, feeling pretty goo.... It’s ten o’clock on a boring Monday morning. I didn’t have class until two and I’ve already got the phone number of a seriously hot chick. Not just any hot chick. A hot Somali chick. In Canada, two kinds of women are hard to get. Somali women and Arab women. Actually, Indian women are hard to get too, so I guess three kinds of females are hard. “Do not think I have seen any of your work, new?” Yes I said. Justine had an easy manner with him. “One girl, the blonde, is only here to do glamour, thinks she is going to be the next Linda Lusadi or Sam Fox and the guy will not do anal, not even with girls” he added wistfully. “The brunette and I are up for anything.”“So is Sapphire” interrupted Shona.Shona who was wearing additional makeup, a tighter corset and higher heels looked round “We can do the Tranny shots now.” I was made to look at. I backed off, but he didn’t mind. It was my face he wanted to splatter, not my throat. He held my hair and aimed straight to my eyes. He had hit my left eye before I could shut them. It hurt but he kept shooting like a water hose. He covered my young face with hot sticky sperm that started sliding down my cheeks and dripping on my chest. The man with the camera was moaning and I knew he was hard again. “You look great frosted boy” he said.He zoomed at my splattered face and ordered me to look. I get up to leave and she walks me to the door. She appears to be breathing rapidly as if she is excited. I don’t know what I have done to create it; at least I hope I’m the cause.“Thanks Don that is a very nice offer. I really want to see it.”Nothing happens regarding my offer for two days. On Wednesday evening after doing my breakfast dishes the phone rings. Caller I. D. prints out J. D. Rex as the caller.“Hello.”“Hello may I speak to Don Parsons?”“Speaking how can I help you?”“I am Juan Rex.