How did you ever think you could get me to…” Before she finishes her thought she watches in confusion as I pick up my phone and she sees me manip...late the screen. Soon I’m smiling back at her as I press the ‘play’ button. ”Yes! YES! YES!!! Holy fuck!!!!” blares out of the tiny speaker. It is soon followed by, “I’ll do whatever you say. Just don’t stop fucking me!” Then you can plainly hear Leslie sucking loudly on Becky’s soaking wet pussy and as both women moan until their bodies erupt in. 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. She came to my hotel, but did not want to have sex. She didn't want to cheat on her husband. So we got into a Clintonion discussion about exactly having sex was. Sex involved penetration. That was off the table. I basically told her that following my work that day I would return to my hotel and jack off before I went to bed.It turns out that watching a guy jack off was not sex and was not cheating to her mind. She came over to watch me. I was thinking that once I started... hell... anything. I put the phone down and went and walked the short distance to karen's house. I went thro the gate leading round to the back of the house, and was greeted by the lovely sight of both karen and Jilly sat on the reclining chairs busy giggling and chatting.Jilly looked up and saw me'Nice to see you and glad you came to cut the lawn while im here.' Jilly said as she leant towards me and pecked me on the cheek. I looked across at karen as she sat with her feet up, looking stunning wearing a loose.