"Why do a lot of you brothers claim to love a big ass on a woman but balk at the thought of eating ass?" Deborah Gelineau asked as she looked at her latest submissive, Randall Taylor Napier. The big and tall, ruggedly handsome young Black man smiled and shrugged, and Deborah suddenly recalled how enchanted she felt with that smile when they first met. In those days, Deborah was working as a security guard in a CRA building in downtown Ottawa, and Randall was one of the newest employees of the government agency. Ah, those halcyon days...
"I don't know," Randall replied, and he watched as Deborah turned around and bent over, exposing her thick white ass. The young French Canadian woman had one of the best asses that Randall had ever seen. Coming from a native of Jamaica, where big butts were all too common, this was saying something. That fine ass, and her sassy attitude, along with those haunting green eyes, that's what drove Randall to holler at the lovely Deborah.
Standing five feet eleven inches tall, curvy and very voluptuous, with long, curly blonde hair and lime-green eyes, Deborah Gelineau had often been told that she looked like Hollywood starlet America Ferrera, only blonde and fairer-skinned. Born and raised in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, Deborah graduated from Algonquin College with her Police Foundations diploma and began working as a security guard while waiting on something better. That's how she got on Randall Taylor Napier's radar...
"Well, sub, don't just stare at that ass, you know what to do," Deborah chided him, as she spread her thick ass cheeks wide open, exposing a fairly obvious target. Randall licked his lips as he gazed at Deborah's spread ass. If there's no booty like that in heaven then I don't want to go there, Randall thought lustfully. Outside of Deborah's Sandy Hill apartment, a fierce summer rainstorm raged, but Randall was oblivious to it, for there was a storm brewing in his damn pants.