A little bell sounded and within a minute thedoor opened. I must confess I had been wondering how she would bedressed. Little girl? Schoolgirl? Adult ...baby? Or something more mature.In came Penny. Little girl? Schoolgirl? Adult baby? None of them. Shewas dressed in a French maid's uniform; a short, black dress with awhite lace trim, a white lacy apron, a white tutu petticoat that juststuck out below the dress's hem and a black and white lacy head band.She wore sheer black nylons and what looked. Of course my hands weren't that big at my age anyway. I just stroked it up and down like he showed me and sat there enjoying this new feeling.The man then stood me up and let me kneel at the coffee table with my ass in his clear view. He was stroking my cock with one hand and then started feeling around my ass hole. His finger was probing the hole once in a while and pushing in. he then got something out of his pocket. It looked like a tube of something. He squeesed a bit onto his finger and. Something about him must havepiqued her curiosity. Maybe she accidentally knockedhim over as she tried to run past him. Perhaps hestopped her and chatted her up. She had often told methat black guys tried to get off with her, althoughonly during the past few months. Then again she might have been preparing me for theshock; perhaps she had intended to take a black loverall the time and her meeting with this one was notaccidental. Perhaps these hints about blacks chattingher up were a prelude to. Endless orgasms, my toes curling to the point it almost hurt and I whimper out in pain. It’s a mix of pain with my toes and the bliss of my orgasm. I can’t decide which is greater but neither wants to stop. When it does, you slow down inside me. Pulling out gently, you have me crawl up onto the bed. I do so willingly, and lie on the bed. I watch you move to the dresser. You open the top right hand corner draw, and I shiver. I know it’s where we keep our toys. My mind is racing with thoughts..