Down in the corridor of the main building, the two n*****s Dave and Sam crept noiselessly, till they stopped before th door of the room occupied by Penelope Sands. Dave noiselessly unlocked the door with a master key, and he and his companion tiptoed in. Penelope Sands lay sprawled in sleep on the wide bed, her eyes still swollen with the tears of shame she had shed after breaking with her Lesbian employer. She had put on a white nylon nightie, and she lay on her side facing the door, so that their eyes could feast on the gentle, rhythmic swell of her titties, make out the pouting n*****s pressing against the filmy stuff, and see the dark thatch of p***y hair at the apex of her lovely rounded thighs. Dave grinned to his companion, softly whispered, "Sometimes, man, I think we got a bad dea
