Her hand was stroking a hard penis that was attached between her legs. Her voice was deep, and it was moaning. "Janelle, I love you. Why did you have ...o die?"The voice belonged to Bob, Janelle's boyfriend. She felt her hand stroking him, and that wasn't too strange; she had touched his sex organ before, even kissed it. What was strange was the feeling of the strokes in her body. Janelle slowed the hand and moved it gently until it was stroking just the head of the penis. Then she moved it back. This is an important step in becoming a young lady. You will love how yourlegs feel after we get them nice and smooth. Here, I'll put a towel hereon the floor and I want you to stand on it so let's get you out of thetub," Madge said helping him out of his bath then drying him off."We are going to use something called a 'depilatory'," Madge explainedputting on rubber gloves."A what, Mommie?" Wendy asked."It's a cream that will chemically dissolve the hair on your legs. It evengoes into the skin. I told myself that I enjoyed the sex, the attention he gave, my own orgasms and particularly his orgasms. I looked forward to Friday night; I was well paid for my babysitting as well as compensated with the sex. He had a large collection of Playboy magazines that I could look at, though I was always warned not to masturbate. He also had a collection of x-rated videos that while they were out I could watch. He always paid attention to making sure I had an orgasm.During these 4 years I had. That just made me want to make her fuck more. So, it became a steady diet of black guys. And this time, it was a surprise. She knew we were going to some guys' house after work, but she didn't know who.She took clothes to work to change into. She picked out a short black skirt, no panties, and a white button up shirt with a black push up bra.It was an outfit she had worn several times before, and the bra forced her perfect tits up and together giving the best view of her cleavage and the skirt.