She called out once, but there was no reply. She decided to wash the soap out of her eyes and investigate, and as she turned to face the showerhead, s...e heard the glass door slide open. Fear gripped her every being. Powerful hands gripped her body, and a low guttural moan was exerted as she was pressed up against the far shower wall. She was terrified. She wanted to scream, but found no voice to do so. Her assailant gripped her around the waist and reached up and covered her mouth with his. Aur aakar apne room me muth marne laga is tarah din bit rahe the aur meri havas badhati ja rahi thi ek din dopahar me main apne room me muth mar raha tha to main room ander se lock karna bhul gya tha aur usi time mom room ke andar aa gyi maine darr ke apna lund chupana chaha par mom neDekh liya thaw o bahar chali gyi uss din mai bahut dara tha ki mom dad ko kahi bata na de. Phir sham ko mom ne khana khane ko bulaya to main unhe sorry bola, unhone kaha tu apni life spoil kar raha aisa karke, aur. 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 donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. He was rubbing his crotch on my ass. More cheering from the crowd. They were getting wild. Before I could do anything, buttons were flying and he had pulled my shirt off. I was only wearing my bra and thong.The tall blonde was clenching his body to mine, and I could feel his big, hard cock through the fabric of his jocks, still rubbing it against my ass. He put his hands on my big breasts, and started fondling with the bra. He pulled it off, so my tits fell out and my hard nipples were pointing.