This maybe went on for about ten minutes. Just then, I heard a car door shut. That was my que... my husband is home and I know he's trying to get a sh...wer before I get home. Little does he know, I'm not at a meeting like I said I'd be.... I'm actually already home. We wait to hear the shower turn on, and then make our move. We get out quietly, and head into my bedroom. We four ladies lay our naked bodies down across my king size bed. We continue to rub and play with each other. Gradually. Consequently, my ramming penile shaft was performing its fornication duties with lustful ease. With unfettered carnal instincts, I force-fucked the lady lying under me. The rusting springs beneath the mattress squealed like a schoolgirl having her panties pulled down.Without slowing my invasive intercourse, I kissed the beautiful woman’s cheek. I sensed a slight rebellion, so I touched her throat with the sharpened tip of my scissors. Defiance disappeared and lips were turned to welcome. In dem gepolsterten braunen Umschlag befanden sich zwei Dinge.Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Umschlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem. The evening’s readings were a fascinating exercise in contrast. Rie never came over that night. Presumably, Zerzinski was keeping her occupied. Though I didn’t know, and kept trying not to care. It was a different, though equally beautiful young woman who knocked on my door. She wasn’t wearing the loose dresses so many of the others there wore. She had tight jeans on, and an equally tight top. All of which served to emphasize each perfect curve of her lean little body. I glanced between her.