He repeated this over and over several times. Standing in the doorway, I could see Katrina working her pussy with what I thought was her hand but turn...d out to be a plastic shaped black dick. I knew from Connie, that this was a dildo. This was some powerful shit because Katrina was lifting her big ass off of the chair to meet the strokes of the dildo. Her body was in a constant motion. She was telling her Big Daddy to stroke that big black dick and come for his Indian Mama. Katrina had kicked. I stubbed my toe on the bedpost and put my hand out to break my fall as I hobbled around on one leg. My hand pushed the window drapes aside and I looked out the window just in time to see a strange car pull into the driveway with its lights off. There were three people sitting in the front seat and the one in the middle was Mary.I waited for a door to open and let her out, but for about two minutes nothing happened and then Mary turned to the driver and they kissed. It wasn't a quick thank you. ‘You’ve been good to me, Carla.’ He said, and grabbed his neck cloth and jacket. She smiled up at him sensually and moaned softly from her own ministrations. ‘I could be good to you some more if you will stay, my lord.’ He offered her a tight smile. ‘I think not. It’s over between us.’ She stopped and stared at him. ‘What?’ ‘You may keep the house and I will have this month’s allowance deposited to you. But after that, you’ll have to find another protector.’ ‘You are leaving me?’ Carla’s voice. I was going to college regularly and one fine day when coming back to home I had a lot of sweat in my body so thought of taking a bath and entered the bathroom, after removing my dress there I saw my trimmer in the stand. It was not right that my trimmer shouldn’t be there, and I thought only mom could have used it and left that matter away. And after few weeks saw the trimmer again, this time my devil mind started to think what mom had done with this, I started to imagine that mom shaving her.