"If this is a dream at least it's a damn good one." He said. "I'm all your young lady but be gentle with me." He laughed."God, I love you Brits, I was...told you were reserved, you've trashed that idea." He said, putting an arm around my waist and rubbing the outline of the garter belt.Marc was such a lovely guy, and my feelings for him were growing stronger. This was supposed to be a purely business transaction, but my emotions were telling me otherwise. I tried pushing the feelings to the back. They're so fake it's not even funny. That's why I always reject White guys and White chicks when they ask me out. They're intrigued by a tall, gorgeous Arab woman who flaunts her sexuality. Well, I've got standards and I don't take racists to my bed.Yes, don't think I've escaped the evils of racism just because I'm the daughter of a City Councillor and live in an upper-middle-class neighbourhood in the suburb of Orleans near Ottawa. Sometimes, I wear the hijab and the looks I get from people. I remembered him fucking me over the bar stools there one wild night - he’d cum all over me too.Then I hung out in the glory-hole cabins and had my dick serviced a bit by a couple of good suckers, trying not to shoot what was a big load stored up in my balls for a few days.Then I felt like a smoke. I never smoke except when I’m having fun. It relaxes me and makes me feel even hornier. So I got my wrist stamped by the door-man - that meant I could come back into the club after smoking outdoors.I. So Miss Ashley stood in front of me, spread Her asscheeks and i started in again. Miss Ashley had me lick Her ass for about 30 minutes before She decided that She was done. i thanked Them both for the dessert as They released the crusher and left me suspended there for the night. Needless to say, i did not sleep at all that night. It was a very long, brutal night that i will never in my life forget. The following morning, Mother came downstairs and told me how this was nothing compared to what.