Wednesday morning I got up and put on my breast plate and put on my black bra and panties, black pantyhose, black high heels, black pencil skirt and w...ite blouse, make up and my blonde wig as I was leaving my mom was sitting the front room because it was her day off and she looked at me “god look at you Monty…I mean Monica, I guess you will be your father’s secretary after today” “I know and I’m looking forward to working for dad and Uncle Alex as there sexy secretary so they both can fuck me. He opened it up. He looked through it, quickly. There wasn’t anything in it, not that he saw at least. He saw them. There were two students, which he did not know, but he read about them anyway. Blah, blah, blah, he thought. Same old stuff he told himself. And then he saw it. Her eyes sparkled. Her teeth were shining like clouds on a Saturday in the summer. Even her hair looked different, he thought as a smiled arose on his lips. “Wow,” he said. “Something is, I don’t know, but something’s. All of the lunch ladies had left by now, but the small TV up on the wall was playing soap operas as 4 old black men were passing a joint around, laughing and making comments on the show. They stopped and looked at us as we walked out.“Now whatcha ‘spose this here is all about?” one said to another, still holding a joint.“Looks like he jus broke him off some booty.” Another commented, causing the rest to crack up with laughter. “Come ‘ere boy.” The first one spoke to Brandon, who guided me in. Hubby continued to enjoy my soft cuddly pajamas, a reminder of his first taste of my "inner child" the previous night.We resumed kissing and touching for a while - mostly with me on my back and him running his hands all over me. Eventually, we were awake enough that we wanted to do more.I wanted him to use the hairbrush on me. It had been a week or more since I had begun the whole process of finding it, ordering it and giving it to him. My anticipation had been building.He had rolled over on.