Her level of excitement was quite high, and her voice was getting there too. I am sure the receptionist heard everything we were doing. Of course, she...is used to it by now.I used my other hand to rub her clit and pull on it gently. This clit was a little larger than most I had seen. I would almost call it a mini-dick. It was about two inches long and a quarter to half an inch around. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought it was a dick. Her clit was the most beautiful and sensitive clit. There was a key in a hidden compartment of one of the diaries. There was nothing in the diaries indicating what the key was for. When I saw the locked cabinet, I decided to try the key on it and see if it worked. To my pleasant surprise, it unlocked the cabinet. I started reading the books in the cabinet and found that they were records of the acquisition and sale of the slaves. When I got to the leather bound book, I was surprised when the entire book case began to move. When I saw the. Watching that woman fuck is worth some level of risk. And the risk becomes part of the fuck. I can’t understand why people watch sports or look for beauty in art, when they could watch a confident beautiful woman fuck. It’s the only reason we’re on this planet that I can see and we can’t watch? It makes no sense to me. She should be watched. And the more she’s watched the better she performs. She can’t cum by any other hand than her own so all of this is theatre. She’ll let him go. The sex was nice but I also liked the girl a lot.Just before midnight I got another phone call. It was Liz, she had sneaked to the phone while the rest were sleeping."Hello Sweetie, what's wrong?" I can't sleep. I have all these visions in my mind and they just won't leave. Can you come over for a while and talk to me?" Sweetheart, if I came over you would definitely not sleep. I'll tell what I will do though. Tomorrow I will ask your aunt and uncle if I can take you with me. It might not be.