I had been studying submissive positions, and chose to do the waiting position. I sat with my legs under me, kneeling with spread legs, my hands reste... on my thighs, palms up. My eyes were downcast, waiting for his next command. I could hear the ticking of the Grandfather clock and his typing. It struck 2 o?clock and I knew that I had been kneeling at his feet for 30 minutes. How much longer would he keep me waiting!Finally, he stopped working, turned his chair to face me, and sat there. I was breathing heavy now, so close to cumming and forcing myself not to.She pushed a finger inside my asshole, rubbing my prostate as she stroked my cock faster.Tears flowed from my eyes.“Please!” I pleaded softly.Victoria smiled.“You have been a good boy. You may cum.”The words had barely left her lips when I started to cum.My cock exploded hot cum all over her breasts, her stomach, and the floor. I don’t ever remember cumming so much before.Victoria seemed pleased at the amount of cum there. He again pushed me to the bed and sat on my chest with cock in his left hand trying to push it through in my mouth. I placed a pillow beneath my head for comfort and took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it. He then held my head stead so that I don’t move and he started the action. He mouth fucked and did deep throat many times. Whenever I gagged, he went a bit slow and when he found me being comfortable, he pushed it deep into the throat. I could taste his salty precum and after about. 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.