Mrs Warren was crouched over while sitting on a small stepladder. I got very close and remembered a handkerchief in my pocket. I had made it and it wa... even clean, I think.With the cloth in my hand I sopped up some of the tears and she immediately sat up straight. I continued to dry her face. My other hand held hers, still clutched together. I had thought the term old maid may have hurt her but now I realised she may have been one of those women that had a child out of wedlock."I'm sorry if my. She untied my wrists and ankles so I was free from my bondage“Get me dressed Slave we are going out” she said“Where are we going Mistress?” I asked“Your taking me out for diner Slave all this excitement has made me hungry, Now are you going to do as your told or do I have to Punish you?”“No Mistress, What would you like to wear?”“Hmm good question Slave” And then she went rummaging through her clothes till she found the outfit she wanted.“This one will look nice on me now undress then dress me. I lay awake for a long time but I was no longer frightened of the storm. The story, I am going to tell you happened next thunder storming night, the most pleasurable incident in my life so ever. Ever since I was a little boy I was afraid of thunderstorms, and whenever there was a particularly violent one at night, I would run to my parent’s bedroom and climb into their big king size bed, where my mother would hold me until the storm abated.I literally shook with fear, and only the warmth of her. It really didn’t cover him up; it was just a little cloth sack for his cock and balls to hang in. He was well endowed… he was the black guy!!!He danced and rotated his hips at me, causing his g-string sack to thrust towards me. I could not take my eyes from his huge thing inside the cloth…Then I looked up and saw that the other three guys were on the dance floor, moving closer to me. The four guys got a couple feet away from me, facing the cheering crowd. They danced now for my friends out.