The place really sucks. And I can’t stand Black Canadians. Why? They’re all Oreos. In case you don’t know, an Oreo is someone who’s Black on t...e outside but White on the inside. We have a few of them in America and way too many of them in Canada. Most Black Canadians are Oreos. And they’re perfectly okay with that. In the United States of America, we teach Black men and Black women to love themselves. There is nothing wrong with being Black. The problem lies not within Black people but within. For some reason the nylons, the makeup, the skirt, and wig had all conspired to turn me into what we guys called a slut. Being tied up, only intensified it for me. Later I realized it was because I was so helpless, that I was free to consider such things to excite me. I was helpless to prevent such things anyway.But, first things first. I was still the captive of my friend Alex and his sister. I looked by them to see if Victor was still there, but he had not returned to the room in which I was. That was the best it had ever been with her! It was too bad he’d never see her again. He was sitting on the sofa when Alison returned. She sat down, still naked, and pulled her legs under her. ‘What’s the matter with me?’ she asked softly, her eyes red and wet. ‘I…I can’t resist you. I…I didn’t want to do this, but when you touched me, I…I couldn’t help myself…’ ‘I think we ought to stop,’ Tom said, only half meaning it. ‘I like you a lot and I don’t want to mess up your life.’ Alison looked. She slipped on Katie's robe and headed to the bathroom. Once there Cheryl slipped out of her t-shirt and panties and got into the warm shower. After washing her body, Cheryl took the time to shave her legs and pussy, as she had done since she was 14. As she washed and shaved, her fingers found their way between the lips of her pussy and she felt a familiar tingle. She had been really turned-on the night before as Katie recounted some of her sexcapades with boys. Cheryl was not a virgin, but had.