I said I had been robbed and beaten. The door opened a little bit and a little old lady looked out. She saw I was telling the truth and opened the doo... and brought me in. She had me to lay on the couch. I was soaking wet from head to toes. She said that she had to get those wet clothes off me. Slowly she began to take my clothes off. She removed my shirt and then my pants. I was sitting there with her in only my boxers. She got up and got a towel and began to wipe me dry. When she had dried me. She then pulled some stiletto shoes with 5 inch heels from a package and then said she and Kimberly would need to practice. When Kimberly asked why, Quanesha told her that Black men like to see white sluts in high heels. Kimberly didn’t want to put up a protest yet so she went along with Quanesha and tried to mimic her steps. It was hard. She almost fell a couple of time. But then she began liking the way that her ass naturally swayed back and forth as she walked. She thought it was naughty and. I even thought about just making a grab for them.Needing a piss again I ducked behind the garden shed and let it go. It was then had a feeling that someone was behind me. Thinking it was just another party guest I said I’d be a moment and they could have my spot.I finished peeing, shook off the drippers, turned around and there was Claire. She’d come back with the pizza and came looking for me to offer me some.“What you doing” she asked. I was so embarrassed that she’d sneaked up on me. . I opened the slit in his boxers and let his cock spring free. He was more beautiful then I had imagined. Inch after inch of glorious, thick length was just inches away from my mouth and I found more than a little difficult to stop myself from drooling. I saw the professor looking down at me and I could see his chest rise and fall in fast rapid motions. He was just as antsy as I was but the pool of my own juices that were more than likely dripping on the floor told me I didn’t have the time to.