I flunked out of Boston’s very own Northeastern University and transferred to Ottawa’s flagship school, Carleton University. It sucks big-time but...it’s also the place where I met the young lady who changed my life forever. I’m referring of course to Marian McArthur, the young Black woman of Nigerian and English descent whom I ran into at Carleton University’s library. I’ve always had a thing for exotic-looking women, and Marian was definitely something else. Her father James McArthur is half. She couldn't believe he lusted after her on the level he did. He caught her eye and the corner of his mouth lifted giving him a mischievous appearance. She knew exactly what he was thinking. She strutted over and sat beside him, she reached discreetly into her clutch bag and passed her panties to him. His eyebrows raised and she knew he'd immediately noticed their dampness. He put them into his pocket then, without removing his gaze from hers, he lifted his fingers and sucked her juices off. "Thank you, sweetie. I suppose you may already have some idea of who gaveme this?" she asked, raised her eyebrow playfully."Is it that man - Adam?" I replied."Professor Adam Harper," Miss Stevens expanded, "and yes, you're quiteright. I suppose I can't keep my boyfriend - well, my fiance now - asecret from you much longer. I didn't expect him to propose so soon, tobe honest - we've only been dating about a year or so, but when you know,you know." How, um... how did you meet?" I asked politely,. Pete then began to squeeze?slowly?steadily?squashing the slave’s gagged mouth and face in his iron grip. Darren tried to scream, but with the gag firmly seated in his mouth only a croaking gasp was audible. The more his captive’s pain increased and became obvious, the more excited Pete became and the harder he began to squeeze. Just when Darren was sure that his face would be crushed, the giant released his grip, but followed with a clubbing backhand blow that stunned the slave and knocked.