A week or so went past and i got home from work on the tuesday night and there was a letter waiting for me from the paper ,inside there was a sealed e...valope addessed to me.i opened it and found it to be from the man in the singles add.his name was john ,he was 61,a salesman and he lived in a village 5 miles from me.at the bottom was his phone number.i cvouldnt wait and rang him there and then.after about 3 rings a very deep voice answered saying hello ,i said hello and proceeded to introduce. The door bell rang and Violet scurried off to get the door. That's when I noticed what she was wearing, a plaid jumper with a very short skirt over a white blouse, and white, knee high socks. She looked like a catholic schoolgirl slut with her small breasts and hair done up in pigtails. "Shit!" I muttered in amazement.Mary glanced at Violet as she disappeared down the short hallway that led to the front door. "I know, right, she's so innocent and slutty all at the same time," Mary said, licking. Ivan dipped his head under the girls skirt and gazed upon the most glorious sight hed ever seen. A virgin pussy ready for the taking. He could see the girls hips quivering and was going to ask her what was wrong when he smelt it, the unmistakeable stench of arousal. Was this girl horny? Did she want to be fucked? Impossible she was crying, she didnt want this. Ah fuck it if shes wet, shes wet. Ivan lifted a finger to her damp pussy and slowly but surely pushed it inside of the young girl. At. Bar along the wall to her right, a sunken dancefloor about five steps down, with seats and booths on the same level as the bar on the two ajacent walls. Directly opposite the bar was a stage with a few dance poles. The clientelle was a mix of single black men and white women and a handful mainly white and interacial couples and black women. It was clear to those who knew what the night was all about who had come her and why.As Sara was drinking in the scene, she felt a hand on the small of her.