Born in Bethel Town, Jamaica, and raised in London, Ontario, by an adoptive White family, Adam Stanford had been through a lot in his twenty seven yea...rs upon this earth. His adoptive parents, Liam and Nicole Stanford were nice people, but they were White, and couldn’t understand how Canadian society treated people of color, especially young Black men. After graduating from high school, Adam Stanford put off college for a while and did some traveling. The young man needed to do some soul. Daddy was too. He got down on his knees and held me while he begged me to forgive him. I told him I did, and it was the truth. It wasn’t a huge brick wall I was running headfirst into anymore. Doctor Jamison talked to Mom and Dad a few hours a day for the rest of that week. When they left to go home, they both looked a lot happier than I’ve seen them in too many years. Mom was hanging on Dad like she was a newlywed–like I used to look when Mark and I walked together. ******** I’m stronger now.. She left the slippers behind as she stepped into the spotlight and on Duke’s signal began posing. Immediately my mind flashed back to the pictures inside the portfolio book she had given me. Duke’s camera clicked rapidly snapping up a handful of photos at once as he moved around Amy. I had always thought of modelling as something that was easy work if you had a good body, but after seeing Amy’s portfolio book, and watching her now I realised I was wrong. “Change left,” Duke instructed and in. Struggling, she pulls it out and begins to lick the head, massaging the balls with one hand and stroking the bottom half of the shaft with her other. Jess, with one hand in her cunt and another squeezing a nipple looks to me for orders, “Pleasure her.” I say. With a simple nod she moves behind Ashlyn and bites her neck softly, Ashlyn releasing a moan. Going further, she reaches around Ashlyn and begins playing with her nipple while her other hand descends in between her legs, find her dripping.