They rode and slept in a luxury coach with plush pillows made of fine, soft-to-the-touch fabric. Whenever Axel laid his head on them, his eyelids got ...eavy. The carpeted floors were of a gaudy color that the merchant Garman would appreciate.The coach even had curtained windows that guarded their eyes against the light if they chose to sleep during the morning. They never did, but it was nice to have the option. Oh, and the seats folded out into a bed.Blessed items like the ones used by Barny’s. He massaged the oil into my legs and butt cheeks then poured some of the warm oil into the crack of my butt. That felt so good back there. When he slid a finger into my asshole, it was so wicked and nasty. I felt relaxed, very excited and was looking forward to what I knew would happen next. My loving boyfriend then got up on his knees, sat across the back of my thighs and started rubbing his cock up and down the crack of my ass. He moved further forward on his knees and pushed harder against. Stretching to my limit I managed to get a hold of it with just two of my straining finger tips. I pulled it to me realizing that it was a small photo album. Strange! It should have been with the other albums on a lower shelf of the bookcase in Dad's den.Using a paper towel I wiped the dust off of the red leather album. I couldn't remember ever seeing this particular album, but a slight shudder swept my body as I had an inkling of what it held.I sat on a spot clear of the stacked clothes on my. We really were stuck in thewoods for three days. We're going to sleep until we're fullyrested.....OK, I'll tell her. See you when we get back." He rang off atthat point. "Mr. Jacobs told me to congratulate you for assisting mewith the contracts." Wonderful. Now I'm the assistant." Don't forget, You'll have the credit when we change back." Yeah, I was forgetting. Write it off to being drunk. Is the roomspinning, or only just the bed?" Just the bed. The room's fine." Very funny...." I drifted off.