" Yvette, we can't." Now Laura felt tears in her own eyes."Please," Yvette asked softly, eyes pleading.Laura shook her head. She went to the door and ...et herself out. Her eyes were clouded with tears, but she noticed that Bob Scheinbaum's secretary had already returned from lunch, a thin but shockingly beautiful black woman with chiseled features, a little older than Yvette, probably in her early thirties, whom Laura had never seen before. She smiled at the secretary, not daring to look any. Such language coming out of such a beautiful woman, it was... Well it was just totally out of place. What was worse, was that this morning he noticed, it was rubbing off on him. Then he realized that she was waiting for him to answer her.He sighed heavily and said, "When I went out to look at them, they were placed in a circular pattern. Once I stepped into the circle I noticed the cards on them, and I was curious. So I grabbed them, and brought them inside. When I opened them there were. As he did, I got out and on purpose brushed hand against his big black hard-on. It felt huge and he looked like he would jump right out of his skin. He just stood there and sort of pushed it against my hand. I stood there in the dim garage listing to the heat ticking off the car engine and stroked his young black dick through his jeans. Then I smiled at him and asked, "Boy you are hard, I wonder why?" He didn't say a word, but to my utter surprise he slid both his hands down to my skirt's. Mr. G. whispered softly to me 'Larry, Larry, your mother is at it again. SHHH, be still and it won't be long, I'll be quick...' I wondered what he meant. I heard him spit and felt his fingers spread his goo between my buttocks and probe my anus with his fingers. I tried to move away when Mr. G. said '...don't move boy, we don't want your young friend waking up...' I felt Mr. G.'s rubbery hard penis probe my buttocks and find my anal opening, as his penile glans parted my outer sphincter muscle.