She braced herself and leather hit soft skin, a vivid red stripe appeared across her belly and she gasped, I could see the mascara running with her te...rs as she sobbed. The sound she made had encouraged him, the leather swung high in an arc, Splat, leather on pale breast skin, leaving the stripe, wide, stinging, as we both knew it would on her pale left breast, she screamed, tears fell, black muddy dribbles began tracking down the soft face, gasping for air, she didn’t see the next arrive,. I tried and undo her knots of salwar and she giggled and said let me help you, looks like you have never been with someone. I said I told the truth the first time you asked.She unknotted her salwar and I took her hand of the salwar. I wanted to do it myself. She smiled and left it. I took off the salwar slowly leaving her panties on. They were of net and pink color. I smiled as I looked at those. She said I wanted to have sex tonight and I knew we were going to sleep together. I winked at her. I've told John all about this, but we are not mentioning it to the political guys yet. We might need to run them before we say anything. What do you think this means, why do you think we're being infiltrated?" I have a hunch, but I'll talk to John about it on the secure phone. Transfer me and I'll set it up." When John answered, I said I was going to call him on the secure phone and hung up.Since the secure phone is in the station chief's office, I coded in the remote phone while knocking on. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. 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..