It’s hard to believe that Ottawa is the capital of Canada. The City of Toronto should be. Seriously. It’s a party town. Ottawa feels like a cemete...y. Dull, White and lifeless. Damn. Linda Mulenge is a passionate lady in every way, folks. We have a lot in common. Like me, she comes from good stock. Her father James Mulenge is a Constable with the Ottawa Police Service. He’s the first Congolese member of the Canadian capital police force. Her mother Judith Mulenge is a schoolteacher at a Catholic. That was when I got the first of several shocks. Amanda was wearing a short black miniskirt with a tight white sweater. The guy she was with must have been at least fifty because he had some white hair. Amanda is only 22 so what is she doing with a middle aged guy? Frank, I later found out his name, was built like an overage football player; short, stocky and muscle bound.The second shock was he would kiss and run his hand up her leg right at the table and she did not seem to mind. At one point. “They’re called ‘anti-pullout pins’ in case you’re interested and they cost you more than two hundred bucks. I’d say they’re worth every penny. You’re in there until I release you. I even had to sign a waiver saying that I wouldn’t hold the company responsible for any damage done to your cock, not that it would be much of a loss.”I’d had enough of this game. I reached out and tore the chain from Gail’s neck. She just laughed. “You must think I’m an idiot. The real keys are in a safe. Chas walked over to me and helped me up. I was unsteady on my feet which was of no surprise from the fucking I had received for the last several hours. Fuck Kathy, better get you home for a bath you smell pretty bad now. Hope this as cured your craving for stripping and fucking for a while, Chas said to me. Only for a while, I said laughing. Fuck, you are a slut luv, but I love you, Chas said and gave me a long passionate kiss. You wait by the bike, Ill go and see if I can find your clothes..