Mychance came when Martha announced that it was time to eat, and would Ilike to use the bathroom? As we stood I felt Martha's hand on my backostensibl...y directing me to the loo but I knew she was surreptitiouslychecking to see if I wore a bra.Inside the bathroom I dropped my pants and panties and sighed withrelief, as my tortured prick was released from its confinement. Iadjusted it, as I'd done on previous occasions, by pushing the head upunder my suspender belt and restraining the shaft with. 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 Black guy in the city of Montreal, I'm well aware of my looks. I get stared at all day. Yet to Black women, the ladies I adore, I am invisible. How about that? I continued to excel in my classes. I also took. I would primarily be orally subservient to her and those she instructs me to please. perhaps she would get a sissy girlfriend for me - who would also be my superior, but her inferior - to entertain her and put on shows for her, her lovers, and her friends. this would be both for my pleasure and for my humiliation. i would suck cocks for her, lick assholes for her, and worship her entire body, or that of anyone she instructs me to, with my lips and tongue. i would help prepare her and her lovers. Hey, it beats going to the Hot Place, you know what I mean?My name is ... was ... Andrew Conner. There isn't a whole lot I couldtell you about me as a living guy. I was a nobody, a tiny cog in themachine, and I don't think I ever did anything that helped another person.Boy, is that changed now.My job is like this. I get sent to a person who is in trouble. I can see,hear, and feel what they do, and I can access their memories so I figureout what's going on.But I don't control them. All I can do.