I held those crimson cheeks wide apart and positioned the head of my sheathed cock against her sphincter and put some weight behind it. I popped throu...h that ring of tough muscle and pushed a couple of inches into her rectum. At first she made just the normal response to having her asshole plundered. We'd done this enough times that she was beginning to get used to having my dick plumbing her depths. Then her head came up and back as the first wave of heat began to penetrate the. Tombela was a rather pretty Zulu girl that worked as the maid for the Camden’s, or so I thought. In beautiful lilting English she giggled and told it was nice to see another Black face in the house, and showed me to my room. A room as big as half my house!!Still no Mrs Camden, around 12pm my Dad had completed all the work and I went outside to say goodbye. As we said goodbye and I received more instructions, a grey Volvo Estate drew up and a very conservatively dressed Mrs Camden alighted.. Dann kam der Tag, welcher alles verändern sollte. Es war morgens am 15. Dezember und noch dunkel, da es ein Samstag war lag ich noch in meinem Bett und schlief als es an der Tür klingelte. Mum und Marianne waren schon unterwegs und ich wollte eigentlich gar nicht aufstehen, doch es klingelte immer wieder bis ich mich doch dazu entschloss zu Tür zu gehen. Als ich verschlafen und nur mit T-Shirt und Boxershorts bekleidet öffne, stehen zwei Polizisten vor mir.Sie fragten mich, ob ich Jan Steiner. I sighed. I guess it was timeto brave the women's locker room.I opened the door and stepped inside. And...it wasn't really that big of adeal. I was the only girl in the room at the moment, and when there'snobody in a locker room, it's basically just a collection of lockers andbenches with some toilets in the back. Karen's locker was easy to find,and her combination was even easier to remember - 17, 17, 17. I put mynicer clothes in the locker, locked it again, and then went off in searchof the.