We waited until Reverend Venerable’s squeaky voice came through the front doors, “Holy Redemption is only a way station on the Road to Salvation! ...rayer is the only answer! You can’t fall far if you’re already on your knees!”I banged open the doors, sweeping my Parker eight-gauge from right to left, then back to the right, to the south wall where the Fitzes stood. Black suits, white shirts. No sign of hardware on any of the eight Deacons.Venerable was truly shocked. Stunned into silence.As. One had a Picana, a rod designed specifically for human torture with electricity. It was an evil looking thing, and arcs of power crackled between the two metal prongs at the tip. The other man had something I'd never seen before, a ball hung by a chain from it's handle, and the ball was covered in what seemed to be rubber spikes. In his other hand he held a length of wire flex, stripped at the tip with the copper ends frayed, that he used as a crude but effective whip!"Ooohh, Noooo, please!. The husband came over with several rings other than the one around his cock and she laid them out on her blanket. One by one she tried them all on my cock till she found her favorite and told me to keep it on. After putting the cock ring on me I was hard again and as she continued stroking me I had my hand on her leg and was rubbing higher till I reached her pussy which had just the slightest covering of hair. As I rubbed her lips and clit I could feel her getting wetter. We were lying side. 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. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to.