I loved and respected the Black woman. I considered her to be akin to a goddess. I began venturing into the dating pool of Ottawa. Unfortunately, I qu...ckly discovered that Black women in Ottawa put White men on a pedestal and thought of Black men as dirt bags. Hey, I hate to say it but it’s true. I swear to high heaven. I mean, I’d see Black women with Black men in restaurants in Ottawa and they were always yelling at the Black men or giving them an attitude. Yet when they were out with White. Generously rain-watered bushes and trees hid a labyrinth of walking path. Each intersection leveled off the busyness until he found himself at a quaint, little fountain that was slick green with moss and rock withered black. A masonry fish was suspended midair jump eternally. A serious looking bust with baroque man-curls watched Randalf. ‘1776 – Armistice between wasps and cockroaches’ was carved beneath the bust. There was a scene of flying wasps and cockroaches who were locked in a wrestling. He also had trouble getting inside my pussy. But he made it inside and began to fuck me as I laid there still waiting for it to be over. When he was done he took his condom off and they both cleaned up in the bathroom. .When they were done I showed them to the door. But as they left Jeff looked at me and said if you want me to tell Chris you want to fuck him you have to fuck use again tomorrow. I guess I have no choice.The Next day they both showed up at the same time like yesterday. They both. He glared at her and said this was not like her at all. I kept looking at my shoes. I had been getting kind of juicy and was glad I hadn’t taken off my own clothes but everyone else was stark naked with the exception of collars, cuffs, chains and Van’s cock cage.“I know Big Daddy, are you disappointed in me?” Barbara Jean looked ashamed and meek – which is hard to do when you are rocking back and forth tied with your thighs wide open to another girl and water bottles are hanging from your open.