Cindy turned around to face a cute little redhead, not much older than she herself. She wasn't particularly happy to see the girl, because she had a g...od idea why she was here. And it wasn't to make a Request."Um, I was wondering," said the girl, "if you knew what happened yesterday."I hate being right, thought Cindy. Diane was the school's worst gossip."I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," Cindy said with a slight frown."Oh, of course you are. Tina's your girl friend," replied. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items.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. ‘Ah right, so you have to do everything I tell you to, RIGHT?’ she queried. ‘I guess so!’ Dean was getting more and more puzzled. ‘I guess I own you at this point with all your hands tied up with my bags!’ She then grabbed a hand full of his cock, which startled him and nearly dropped the bags. ‘Don’t you dare drop any of those, otherwise your boss will be hearing from me!’ still holding onto his crotch. All Dean could hear now was the words from his boss ‘Not to be disturbed’ ringing in his. It hurt me very much, and now…”I don’t know where the idea came from, but I responded by slowly getting up and walking around the table and standing in front of her. I didn’t try to hide my arousal from her. She had demonstrated honesty in her emotions for me, and I did the same. Somehow, I felt that I was no longer just an inexperienced soldier on leave, but a man who had been lucky enough to attract this beautiful woman.And her motivation for fucking me was really of no interest to me. I.