The first stop was a room with just achair in it.That's all, a chair. Marci told me to sit down and relax.Yeah. Relax. Well, I tried. I sat down. I he...rd a voice,but I couldn't tell what it was saying. I really don'tremember much about that room at all, except that when Icame out, I was moving on those heels like I'd been born inthem. I didn't find anything unusual about it either. As amatter of fact, I suddenly wasn't finding anything at allodd about the way I now looked or the fact that I. As he talked to his wife. He fought hard not to moan.)When their conversation was over:P: You're one naughty baby. That was challenging, you know.J: I know. (It was also tough for me. I was jealous. But I didn't tell him.)P: Come here, you.He hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I straddled him on the sofa and inserted his manhood in me. In my head, I was still jealous. He was rubbing my clit and tickling it as I went up and down. I was moaning loudly and scratching the back of his. Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Umschlag, 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. After doing this for about 15 minutes, I came above her. She was murmuring that bite my nipples, bite them hard. I started licking her nipples and biting them hard. She was now moaning very loudly. Fortunately the room was A/c. and quite sound proof. Now she told me that she can’t take it any more. She wasnted my dick to be entered in her cunt. I then positioned myself between her legs. Made her legs spread and put them on my shoulders. Then I had started fiddling with her cunt with my dick and.