Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Um...chlag, 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 kleinen, unabhängigen Museum beauftragt wurde, das beiliegende. “Did ya get turned around, hun?” A woman of forty asked as she greeted me in her driveway.“Uh, no, I saw the sign for farm help. I was looking for a job,” I explained nervously.“Well, that’s great! I still need some help in the stables,” She said with a smile.“That would be perfect. I’m Fiona,” I answered.“I’m Maggie, nice to meet you,”Nothing of note really happened after that, she was looking for a warm body and I fit the bill. She let me stay in the barn, but it wasn’t like I was sleeping on. He pulled me up and literally threw me on the bed and got on top of me. He placed his penis near my pussy and in one stroke tried pushing the whole fucking thing inside. It was too much for me and I screamed.I was very tight for such a large, thick piece of meat. Even with my pussy juices, it took him a few minutes to fill me completely. He started thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke as his lips found my nipples. With his tongue stroking and biting my tits and his dick inside me.He had. Carl could only hold his head in shame and humiliation has hisstepmother berated him. His sissy stick was oozing as she gave him atongue lashing."Very well, now for your punishment, I want you over my knees so I canspank you until you learn your lesson," Mrs. Monet said and she pulledup her skirt to display the tops of her nylon stockings and panties.Carl reluctantly laid across her legs and she locked her legs betweenhis and began spanking his panty covered ass with the back of thehairbrush..