The door leads into a dimly lit corridor that smells of incense and something else which I can not place, at the end of the corridor is what appears t... be some kind of meeting room or reception, we are ordered by the old lady to wait here. The old lady leaves the room, but this time when she comes back there is a man with her. He is very fat, almost as round as he is tall and his color is more nut brown than black, almost the same color as Jamaal. His beady black eyes widen with interest as he. She stepped back and pushed the " Lobby " button.Nothing happened. The display remained on " Garage " and the car didn't move. Beginning to worry, Laura pushed several buttons on the panel. All to noeffect; the car remained motionless, the door closed. She tried to open theelevator doors but couldn't budge them. The elevator must be stuck, she thought.There was a button marked " Emergency " on the panel. Deciding this qualified,she opened the cover and pushed the red button. Again there was. As she did so he rolled the panties up into a ball and pressed them against her lips, waiting only moments before she open her mouth to accept them, it would only hurt her bottom more if she didn’t! She tasted the saltiness of her juices in her mouth, her clitoris tingling and she waited for her punishment.He went into the bedroom and reappeared with the riding crop she used to use for its proper purpose, some years ago. He came over to her exposed bottom and thighs and told her to spread them. Once inside she bid me to lay on my bed and removed my loin cloth to leave me as naked as a new born baby, a new born baby wouldn,t have a stiff prick,like mine though. “Ever had anyone play with this?” she asked as she took hold of me and started to gently move her right hand up and down. “No.” I lied. My friend Burt had done, but I meant a female any way. “Does that feel good?” She asked as she began to stroke me faster. “Fabulous.” I sighed. “But what about you?” “We,ll get there, but for.