All of that wasgood and fine for him, but it was her eyes that made his decision for him. Thelook she gave was of pure potential submission. Even when...she thought she wasin control, her eyes betrayed the need to BE controlled. What a walking contradiction, he thought. Perfect. Back to what she sees ????????? Igroaned with pain as I regained consciousness.?My feet felt as though they had been hit over and over again with ahammer. As did my head. I groaned even more loudly asI realized where I. Oh fuck! Fuck....", with that I squirted juices everywhere and swiftly collapsed unto the ground. I vaguely remember him standing over me smiling at me as he picked me up.. I was in no condition to go anywhere, I was still in an orgasmic haze. I woke up about an hour later in a strange car, with all of my personal belongings next to me, I jolted upwards and cried out before a hand was shoved over my mouth. It was Denton... He said to me in a soothing voice, "Alice, calm down, you are with me. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably the 19th century, and how could a diary possibly be 'inappropriate for either display or study'?The best place to start answering these questions it seemed was. Unless I'm very much mistaken, I'm going to catch them fucking.Julie had been on the beach only about fifteen minutes when Pete and Rick turned up, "Hello beautiful, you look sad," grinned Pete rubbing her back affectionately, "what's wrong, doll?" Nothing really, except that Philip's here, you know the man that owns the house and he has his secretary with him." Ummmmmm, is she as beautiful as you," Tim drooled."Lay off it Tim," Pete insisted. "Listen doll, if you want to go back to the.