It was wrong thinking such things. It was incredibly wrong. It was so very, very wrong. Where the hell was Donna when she needed her? Jessica grabbed ...he phone and dialed again. "You've reached Jim, Donna and Matthew. We're not home right now, but it you'd li-" She hung up and tried the cell. "Hey, this is, Donna. Lea-" She hung up and tried the house. "You've reached Jim, Donna and Mat-" She hung up and tried the cell. "Wh...what is it, Jess? Wha...what do you...want?" The moment she heard her. The first time I saw Fadheela-Anisah, I knew she was good to get the business. And I'm the kind of guy who will give a woman the business. The forty-something, bronze-skinned and dark-eyed, hijab-wearing Arab woman looked at me the way a hungry man looks at fast food. I was just browsing through her store, looking for some chips and eggs. Usually, I get stared at in stores because I'm a Black man and let's face it, Canada is a very racist country. However, there was something different about. NOW, CONTINUED FOR HER PERSPECTIVEI couldn't believe what was happening to me. The surprise spa treatment, the unanticipated visit, and subsequent fucking by my new Daddy, the oral cleaning by the woman who had just waxed me clean. 'Oh My God!' I thought to myself. 'He just came inside of me! I CAN'T get pregnant. And now, for the first time in my life, another woman is licking me. But.... but..... this does feel really nice.'As the slurping sounds filled the room, I noticed that my moans were. They did not want to have a next round... - - - - - - - - - - - Still the taste of the two on the tongue I stood up and made myself a little fresh in the bathroom. I didn't really want to take a shower, it would have taken too long, the blow-drying the make up... I wiped off the sperm, washed myself briefly and put on my normal clothes from my bag again. When I came out of the bathroom the three guys thanked me in a nice way and said goodbye. Even if it did interfere with my plans, staying here.