My mother Sarah Ferguson Joseph has an engineering degree from Carleton University. She is an executive for the Feinberg Corporation, the biggest mech...nical parts exporter in the Confederation of Canada. See? Nerd runs in my DNA.I just wish I could the beautiful Black ladies of the University of Montreal notice me. They only seem to notice the Black guys with White girlfriends. They complain about the lack of available Black men all day but never notice Black guys like me. As a big and tall. "Jake designed my body to look good in this dress."Smiling, Eric took me in his arms and kissed me. The length of hisembrace and the way that his tongue explored the inside of my mouth wentbeyond what most people would consider a friendly greeting, but i took nooffense. Jake's told me to accept the little liberties that Eric takeswith me as compliments.Before releasing me, Eric seized the opportunity to give the ass that hehad just praised a firm little squeeze.i wore a black, plunging. She would have rope burns on her wrists and ankles, and I could see hickeys on her tits and around her pussy as well. I hurt the most when she came in with welts across her front and back limping with a butt plug inserted in her ass. It was the largest one that I have ever seen and I even hurt trying to get it out of her ass.It was as if her torturers tired of abusing her and tried to outdo themselves on her body each weekend. The torture got continually worse each weekend.Rena would tell me. Instead, I was treated to a more peaceful dream. I dreamt I was just sprawled out in an ocean of colors without a care in the world. Maybe it was an embodiment of what my life had become: like a dream. Maybe it was just my mind trying to keep calm after a terrifying experience. But it was more than likely just a coincidental succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occurred involuntarily in my mind during certain stages of sleep. I awoke as I usually had, without my alarm.