A sundress didn’t seem appropriate either. Finally, I decided on my designer jeans, with modest ripped cuts on the thighs, knee high black boots and...a button-down shirt and sleeveless vest. At the last second, I nixed the vest. I pulled my long brown hair back, then tied it in a pony tail. Too girlish. I combed out my hair and decided to just let it hand naturally on my shoulders.I texted Dan and told him I was on my way. I was a nervous wreck. Even though I only had a few blocks to drive.Dan. Why did she stop like that..I held my dick.. Shit .. It was a disrespect to the handjob aunty gave me.. I was lying down.. Thinking wat happened..I couldn’t sleep.. I wanted her.. I understood that she wanted the dick.. I was ready to take risk.. I heard something from the other room.. I couldn’t hear it properly.. I was curious.. I removed the blanket.. Pulled up my boxers.. Got out of the bed.. And was silently walking outside the door..It was dark outside in the hall.. Aunty’s room was. I apparently picked the wrong time to move to Canada, a country I visited when I was much younger. The Canada I remembered was an open and friendly place. Nobody told me how much it changed as I crossed the border years ago. The Canada I live in calls itself a multicultural nation, but life isn’t easy for newcomers here, especially the ones who aren’t of the Caucasian persuasion. If you’re black, Asian, Hispanic or Arab, and you’re new to Canada, they will CONSTANTLY remind you that this isn’t. My dad was out in the city with some work and uncle sameer was back in Dubai.I had called the cab driver and found out the spot. It was one of our store house. The door was open. Making raju stand guard I snuck into the store. It was currently empty except for empty crates. Then I heard moans towards the back of the building.I moved to the moans and there rema was naked on her knees with her 6 naked guests. She was sitting on 1 feeding him her pussy ,giving a bj to 1 and hj to 2 more. The other.