’ ‘Small contracts like this should have been left to Fitzgerald – he’s president of her Eastern-Midwest business and perfectly capable to ma...ing a decision on business value judgment. Instead, this whole contract rests on whether she likes you.’ ‘What!’ ‘That’s not my theory, Fitzgerald insinuated that and I received the message loud and clear but without him saying what a dumb way of doing business.’ ‘Fine.’ ‘You mean you’re okay with this?’ ‘Yes, of course. I’ll forget about the contract. 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.. With Mistress M leading her, using a short leash. She is led down the stone hall way in front of these newly arrived slave women, With her toes pointed in and her asshole is painfully sore she tries to keep her ass cheeks wide open as the cool breeze of the tunnel gives her some perverted comfort! But they are helplessly jiggling and bobbling together, back and forth and up and down, she whimpers as each time they come together. She, is also leaving a long trail of fresh cum that is dripping. " Without thinking about it I quickly responded. "Yes sir I'll do anything!" It was at that point I feel his hand pulling my skirt up further. I slightly panic at this at try to move back only to find the back of the chair. He begins to kiss my neck and I begin to get used to this idea quickly and start to move my head to give him better access. He then whispers in my ear. "You don't happen to have a condom on you by any chance?" "I normally would but not today." I say with sadness. "Okay then.