He bundled the girl up in a raincoat he had stolen from a charity thrift store. It would be untraceable to him or his sister and reduce any chance of ...vidence to be used against them in a court of law.Max knew he was worried for good reason. The entire operation was teetering on one leg and there were a lot of gaps in his plans that were entirely out of his control. The primary objective right now was to get the girl away from his house and away from his increasingly confused sister who was not. From the squatting position, he entered her from behind once again.Now, his head was next to hers while he stroked his root in and out of the smoking slut. Caught up in the naughtiness of it all, she flicked her ash and brought the cigarette to her lips again. Jack watched intently. His smoking dreams and fantasies were happening just inches away. In that moment, he controlled his own breathing and pleasure noises, so he could hear any noise Roxanne's lips might make, as well as the sound of. They all reached out, cupping my tits and feeling my firm butt. One came up and reached between my legs, letting his finger slide into my wet pussy, for all to see. They took turns feeling my wet pussy and spreading my legs open for a better view. One of the men dragged me to a couch and made me lay on it.All of them took turns to suck my hard nipples and finger my pussy. They all stripped and I then had my choice of four cocks sticking out at me. They made the choice for me, as Victor’s Boss. 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 avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. 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.