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. He looked muscular and very fit in tight jeans. I held my silk robe together but I struggled to cover my body. All I’d worn at home was grandma gowns but this item was truly little and I had bought it as part of my fresh start. I didn’t want to expose too much flesh to this young man but I did feel sexy under the gaze of his dark eyes. After explaining where I wanted everything placed, I said I would be getting dressed. But, first, I walked into the kitchen to get some coffee. Someone came up. Samantha screamed in complete pain and horror as the Arab’s massive dick forced its way into her tiny cunt. Jalil could tell right away from the girl’s reaction, and the incredible tightness of her vagina, that she’d never been taken by a man of his size. He was not surprised either, considering how tiny the blonde was. He outweighed her by nearly 200 lbs and completely dwarfed the little slut. ?Shit the American bitch is tight,? Jalil groaned in Arabic, as he pushed another couple. It didn’t take me long to realize why he lived such a reclusive lifestyle. It wasn’t that he was in the public eye, it was just that he was very heavily sought after in his own profession. Not just by clients. Law firms and other professional institutions trolled him constantly. As well as professionals, women and men who wanted him to be their lover pursued him. I had no idea that a life like that existed. But it soon came my way, when I came out of my home one day to find a person I did not.