He got a lot of work done that day, finishing three projects. He was out delivering them when Cindy got home from school. She was finishing up making ... batch of tuna and noodles when he got home. All she was wearing was an apron.“Hi,” he said. “How are you?”“I’m wonderful,” she said, beaming.“You look good,” he said, feeling his cock respond to her appearance.“Thank you, sir. Wash your hands. It’s ready.”“I’m ready for something else,” he said, grinning.“Later,” she said, primly. “I haven’t. The man that came back with a box gave me an odd look when he asked, “Is your name David? David Jones? These were on the shelf with the others but said it had a note to give them to a person asking for more than one pair. It would be someone named David Jones.”“That is me. My friend’s dad owns this company, and I needed to use these in the past. Not sure how they are here of all places. It has been a crazy day, so I’m not going to question it. That is a big box for just some swim goggles,” I. I was still unsure, but I also knew I had no other option but to humor her. So I unscrewed the shower head and cleansed myself with an enema, then put on the bra and panties while she carefully fondled each toy as she removed them from my bag. She was slow and methodical about dragging my humiliation out. She asked about each one as she had me show her how it works by inserting it into my ass. It felt shameful but exciting. As she continued, I knew the ease in which I took the toys inside my. I still regarded myself as attractive with shoulder length blonde hair, lovely brown eyes and still had a reasonable figure, with the best parts being my bum and my tits. Time has been kind to me.I used to get the odd comment from the lads, and one in particular who kept saying he would like to take me out, and how good I looked for my age. I passed this off as just boys having a bit of fun to pass the time of day. This day in question I had worked late and gone to get changed in the locker.