. I don't want to be here. I want to leave." I don't think you really know what you want, Melissa," Kyle said. "Why don't you just suck a little dick ...hile you wait for the old bitch to show up. Hillary's doing a lousy job of it anyway." But ... but I was getting better!" Hillary objected. "That's not fair!" Yeah, well, life isn't fair, bimbo," he said. "Scoot!"Hillary sighed and got out of Melissa's way as the trembling girl took her place in accordance with Kyle's wish. She took hold of his. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. I saw she had refreshing and appetizing food and she made a good dinner. I also induced her to drink a little Burgundy, which seemed to do her a lot of good, and she gradually became less sulky.When the table was cleared, she was going away, but I asked her to stay and rest comfortably if she had done her work for the day. To my surprise she seemed glad to do so. I installed her in a comfortable chair and made her chat with me about things in general, carefully avoiding anything that might. I sat on the single bed watching her ravish Wendy.Angela sucked and licked the sweet fruit from the creamybreasts and muscled belly. Then she took the cucumberand gently used it to tease open the moist pink lips ofmy daughter’s vagina. Soon it was not clear whether herpussy was full of fruit or cunt juice. Angela eased thefull length of the vegetable dildo deep up into thesplayed quim. She bent her head to worship the sixteenyear old’s engorged clit. Inevitably, Wendy’s.