I move right up to him, between his legs as he’s working his hard cock and sniffing my nasty panties. I reach down and grab the panties off of his f...ce, throw them aside and yell at him, “is this what you think about my pussy, something to be smelled and jerked off to!”Somehow just saying it gets me even hotter than when I walked in the room and I realized I probably messed up his wanking session. He had no response as I caught him nose deep in my pussy smell and a hand full of his own. This was an oddity indeed. A whole town founded by one ultra-millionaire just to produce his products and keep his labor force happy and well taken care of. I jumped at the offer. It was for all expenses in the town, including a free place to live, and all the other necessaries one would need to live happily. There was an extra stipend of several thousand dollars that one could just bank if one wished.The next odd thing I discovered was that the only way into the town was on the train. It made. It wasnt there a few minutes ago. That definitely counts as odd. I will be right there. I moved to the lift at a dead run, the missing bag had turned up in the one room it could not have turned up in. We were in the med lab two minutes later. I could plainly see the bag. It was sitting next to the sleeper couch. I moved to the lock panel. Only med personnel or myself could open the door once it was sealed. The door control report indicated it had been opened, by no one. The door had just opened. That’s Trevor in a nutshell, ladies and gentlemen. We totally clicked since that day, and we’ve been meeting for fun and games for a while now. Trevor Pierre attends Carleton University, where he studies business administration, but he lives within walking distance of the Canadian Museum of Civilizations, where I happen to work. There are a lot of Haitians in the City of Gatineau, it would seem. I swear, one day, the Haitians will be one of the largest ethnic groups in Quebec, if not all of.