Please don't stop." she answers between gasps as I continue the assault on her body and mind for what seems like an eternity. Then suddenly I push her...forward, flat on the bed. She feels my hot thick cum filling her. I collapse on top of her spent lifeless body. She can't manage a word. Breathless, she just lays there beneath the weight of me, trembling. I begin kissing her neck gently, tenderly, and then I reach over to turn on the lamp next to the bed. My body covers hers, I whisper to her. When he started rubbing my hole with both thumbs he asked if it was okay with me. I told him it was new for me but felt really good and I'd love it for him to keep going. When the oil let one of his thumbs slip inside a bit I might have even moaned quietly. . It also stated that she and she alone would determine the boundaries for those stated acts. Extreme discomfort and considerable pain were her options at all times. Complete performance and acceptance would be a must. Any hesitation or refusal to obey her would result in extreme punishment. When I left my application with her and begged to be considered, she said she would call me if it pleased her. She made me wait three weeks before she called and began our relationship with very few words.. 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..