Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items.The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, t...e 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. My finger goes in to the second joint. I move my finger in and out a few times as if I was finger fucking the professor’s belly button. The professor must find this enjoyable as his hard cock twitches. I bring my finger out and continue my slow progress down. As my fingers and hand reach his pubic hair mound I close my hand and feel his pubic hair slide from between my fingers. I open my hand and continue on through the hair. My hand reaches the professor’s hard cock. I slide my hand up. This time I start masturbate thinking of her. I never miss a chance of touching her.When ever I make mistakes she pinches me on my thigh. One time she pinch me for some mistakes which was actually correct. I challenged her and said that I will pinch her daily if I am right and I was success. So from that onwards I started pinching her daily. I pinch her in different places. I made a move and started pinching her on her breast and she didn’t mind. As she is not telling any thing I started. If the party was outside, and there was every chance it would be, that thing would kill me. It was way too heavy for this climate. And so I changed into a black suit, which made me look like one of those agents who jog along with presidential motorcades. Asim seemed a bit disappointed, but he didn’t make me change into yet another suit. I made sure I had my medallion and my passport on me and off we went, at about half past eight. The last fast of Ramadamadingdong had ended, ooh eeh ooh ah.