Clad in a black security jacket, black pants and boots, I patrolled the five floors of the parking lot, looking for vagrants and dumbasses who liked t...o spray graffiti on the walls, that sort of thing. My name is Stephen, and I’m a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the Capital region of Canada. I moved there two years ago from the City of Boston, Massachusetts, where I lived from the summer of 2009 to the beginning of 2010. I consider myself Haitian-American, a son of the. He indicated a chair and pulled one up in front of me.“I wanted some time with you before … before everything starts. Your bags are being placed in a dorm room where you will be spending your private time while here. You will remain in the designated areas and be chaperoned at all times. Please understand that few people besides those here even know about this facility. Security is of the highest importance for our safety and anonymity.”I leaned back into the chair. I felt strangely at peace.. Da klingelte es plötzlich an der Tür....Ich erschrak leicht und nahm schnell mein T-Shirt und meine Jogginghose. Schnell zog ich mich an und eilte zur Tür. Normalerweise hab ich immer noch etwas Zeit mich zu richten bis jemand im dritten Stock angekommen ist. Das sollte reichen, um ein kurzes Gespräch unentdeckt zu überstehen. Denn wer sollte schon vorbeikommen..... wahrscheinlich ist es nur die Post und ich soll ein Paket für einen anderen Hausbewohner annehmen. Ich öffnete schon mal die Tür. All this while watching, I was sitting next to him like his doll and playing with his cockHe suddenly got turned on and started abusing about me and my Boy Friend, he then made me go doggy and started fucking ass and that was first time when someone fucked my ass; it was paining like hell but Loved it. I was shouting like hell and he started beating me soo badly on my ass. I loved it. He called me prostitiute, bitch, whore and mother fucker everything that came in to his mind when he was about.