"we have no idea" Alf replied. Miss Buxton sighed. "we suggested shutting the bathrooms down until we've sorted everything out" Bertie added. Miss Bux...on nodded. "leave them open, I think I might have a better idea..."Miss Buxton sat down at her desk and sighed. One of the cleaners walked in and noticed the expression on her face. "everything alright miss?" the cleaner lady asked, smiling. "would you be able to work the whole day?" she asked. "your skills may be needed. Oh, and we'll need the. I got the idea that she wouldn't mind having the house to herself for the weekend I would be away, even if my father had not come home by then.So the next Friday we set out on the road to Coach Bill's trailer house, with me in my shorts and t-shirt, as was Coach. I could see the bulge of his cock through the thin material of the running shorts he was wearing, and it didn't take long for him to reach over and start running his hand up between my thighs while talking about the merits of. She was 66 at that time and still in good shape. Always was a nice looking well kept woman. So she ask me if i would come over. At that time there was TV and music, for me was not enough to keep my interest. So I did the good neighbor job and stayed with her that night. The next evening she called over, would i eat dinner with her? I did and after dinner I watched TV in the living room while she catered my every need. Would I spend the night? I told her the bed in the spare room was not. Victor drove me to the motel and we arrived a bit early. Hubby sat down on chair at a corner and I stood on my stilettos close to the filthy bed. The air there inside was damp; it smelled of sweat, old tobacco and sex…But that smell really excited me…Soon my toned long legs tensed as the door opened and my handsome new Black Master entered the room. Jamal smiled at me; but he did not even give a quick glance to my husband sitting at the corner.Staring at that huge black man just made my nipples.