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.. She wore black pants, with a slightly elasticized waist, but not stretchy enough to allow my hand to slip inside them. I undid the button on her pants and at the same time shifted my position, and picked her up from her chair into a standing position. I pushed the waist of her pants down until they rested, along with her panties, just below her sex, on her hips. She was shaved, and I reached down and began to finger her. There was no subtlety in what I did – I simply began to finger her with a. Before getting married, I had spent more than my fair share of time in strip clubs. However, this was before the proliferation of fancy gentlemen's clubs. As a married man, I'd been to a few clubs for male bonding events like bachelor parties, so I hoped my ideas still held.After eating at a country diner along the way, I checked into the small hotel and slowly prepped for my evening of debauchery. I didn't want to get there before nine, because that would probably look too eager. Just before. Your cock is throbbing; after an entire month of orgasm denial, it is already dripping with pre-cum. I scoop up the pre-cum and apply it to the huge plug. I lay on the bed with my legs spread and try to push it in, but in that position it simply will not fit inside my tight asshole. I switch positions so that I am kneeling on all fours on the bed, reach back and push the plug into my ass. It slides in easier this way, but it still hurts. I am thinking about being in this position when you.