Toronto is a gang-infested urban nightmare. It’s the face of the changing demographics of Canada. It’s multicultural and diverse, instead of being...lily-white. Isn’t that cool? Sorry to go all racial on you but I had to get this stuff off my chest. Oh, well. I feel better now. Much better. Why did I go off like that? A Haitian friend of mine told me how she got mistreated by the racist guards at the Ottawa International Airport. These racist bastards and bitches tend to single out Africans,. ..” I glanced at a girl walking by. “She's got way more on than me. Look at how red her lipstick is.”The plain girl, her jeans squeezing tight about her waist, causing her to have a muffin top. “Naw, she's fine. It's you.” He looked up and down my cute, slender body. I wore a belly shirt and a short, pleated skirt. “You are the one with too much makeup on.”He seized my other pigtail and yanked down. I gasped and fell to my knees before him. He gripped both of them like handlebars, his cock. We had agreed to meet at 6:00 and in anticipation I had a couple of drinks whilst getting ready. 5:00pm and 1 of the 3 of us dropped out - babysitting issues. 5:30 and the second followed suit. It seemed I was destined for a night in front of the tv and I settled down on the sofa with my third beer. Almost as I cracked the can, and as if she knew, Christine text. "Hello you. What you up to tonight? I haven't heard from you since we last got together". She was right, I hadn't even so much as. “Look what I found!” Cashier says with excitement in her voice as she walks in, holding a pair of red heels and lipstick. That’s not the only thing she has though, I can’t help but notice the dildo she has strapped to her over her pants.“Apparently that’s not the only thing you found” I say while laughing and gesturing to the strap-on. She joins in the laughter while handing me the red heels. “Try those on, they should complete the look, and don’t mind this, was just curious how hard it’d be to.