”“Good. Why don’t you bend over the arm of the sofa like yesterday?”As she bent over, she went ahead and pulled up her mini-skirt, leaving her...bare as and swollen pussy available to me.I had brought a small tube of K-Y jelly with me, so I smeared some on my cock and a little on her puckered pink asshole. Then I pushed my middle finger slowly into her ass all the way, making her moan and push her ass up.I finger-fucked her ass for a minute or so and could feel her relaxing, so I positioned my. I’d wait and see whether anyone reported it missing, and in the meantime I’d keep it warm for them. It felt so comfortable and snug around my finger, like a missing puzzle piece had suddenly been found. Maybe I had a very wealthy and very stealthy secret admirer? I walked out of the cafe, half-expecting to be ambushed by camera crews admonishing me for my selfishness as I did so, but I was allowed to walk to my car unmolested.My night passed by uneventfully. I took a bath, I made myself some. She returned a minute later and retrieved a bottle of champagne from the wine rack in the pantry. “Put this on ice,” she instructed me. “And get four glasses.” Then she vanished down the hall and into the back bedroom again. I found the ice bucket and filled it, then put the champagne in to chill. I retrieved four wine glasses (the long stemmed ones known as flutes) from the top cabinet as well. I finished wolfing down the Chinese food, when it dawned on me that I should probably be doing some. "But that's not what I meant. I found out who bought the desk." Ah," he said. "Something of interest, I admit, though not nearly as captivating as the previous images that were whirling around in my mind." You're sweet," she said. "His name is Bernie Jenkins, and he went to the auction as an agent for a museum in Boston." Really? What kind of museum?" It's called the Historic New England museum," she said. "That's all the information they had." Well, then," said Bob. "I think a trip to Boston.