I was moaning loudly."How do you like me fat black cock? Feels good, eh?" Roxanne said seductively.I laughed."I can't lie to you, Roxanne. You're doin... a good job so far but I was expecting you to be better at using a strapon," I insulted."Oh, yeah? You think that's all I've got? Well, there's bloody more where that came from," Roxanne said angrily.Roxanne grabbed ahold of my waist and forced her strapon all the way up inside of me and started fucking me faster and harder, like no one ever has.. If you'll just sign here, Ma'am, I'll set it up on thetable; or would you prefer breakfast in bed?" The table is fine, thank you," said Mike as he releasedthe chain, opened the door and took the ticket."It's a beautiful day, Ma'am. The snowstorm left everythingwhite. We didn't have many guests last night because of thestorm, so I think I'll take my kids to the hill forsledding later today. I never sledded in Bolivia" Where did you say?" Mike asked."Bolivia. I immigrated about 15 years ago." Was. I always decline. These days, they think I’m gay. The truth is that I have zero interest in sex. However, occasionally, I come across someone who sparks my interest. That someone is Ottawa provincial police officer Eve Jenkins. A six-foot-tall, lean and athletic, beautiful honey-coloured young woman of Nigerian and Irish descent. The daughter of an Irish-Canadian policeman from Kingston, Ontario, who married a Nigerian immigrant. Officer Eve has been in the news lately. You see, she shot three. She wore a bra that was completely sheer. Her small dark nipples clearly showed through the transparent material. He grasped both breasts and fondled them—so firm and nice to the touch. His rough hands stroked the nipples through the sheer nylon and his manhood was stiffening already. Next, he continued down the front of her sundress, opening the remaining buttons. Her sheer white panties appeared in the open front. The dark black pubic hairs showed clearly through the sheer white nylon.