He would wait for me at home…But Suzie had not told me that we would go to a club for blacks.I decided to wear a sexy mini skirt with a white satin ...blouse. No bra, but a very tiny black thong to cover my shaven mound.Victor himself chose a pair of sexy black stilettos for me.He said that the skirt was very short, with a slit down at one side.Once we got there, Suzie told me that most black men there were pretty hung and, if I was lucky enough, I could find one for tonight.I then felt that I was. I do look pretty; I know I do but I cannot summon the courageto leave my safe haven.With a strong resolve I march over to the coat hanger and put on myraincoat. It feels like a shield against the world when I decide to leavemy sanctuary.I confront the door leading out of my domain and into the big wideyonder. The door is too intimidating and I am unsure what lies without.Looking in the mirror for reassurance and courage I convince myself I ampretty but my make-up is not perfect. My DNA is. Off of the great room was a beautiful swimming pool enclosed by a screen house. The house was in the back of the development and the pool area overlooked the desert. The privacy of the back yard was one of the things that had attracted them both to the house. The land behind them was zoned as protected and would never be built on. One of the other things was the master bedroom suite. The bathroom was huge. There was a luxurious full sized shower which had multiple shower heads. Inside, wrapped snugly in two imitation velvet pouches, were my two toys. I pulled one out and looked at it. I gasped at the size of it. This is going to hurt, I thought.I placed it back into the pouch and tipped the other one out onto the palm of my hand. This was the smaller, pink one. I looked at it relieved that I thought I could master this one and that I hadn’t wasted my money.Later that evening I’d bathed and scented myself with my favourite perfume. I felt really dirty even though I’d.