CHAPTER ONE: TRUST AND ANTICIPATIONI turn back briefly, watching the vehicle exit the driveway to the mansion, realising with both a slight trepidatio... and excitement that I am now indeed accepting the invitation, so unexpectedly received.Entering the foyer, head held high, elegant in my black Armani suit, I mount the stairs and knock on the double doors of the room at the right of the staircase. Hearing no reply, I turn the handle and open the door, gasping at the ornate and distinctive room,. The thickness frightened me but the slut I was, I still tickled my tongue on his dick and kissed it and put the long piece of meat inside my mouth. He kept holding my head away as if he was afraid, and I kept trying to get the entire thing inside my mouth. It was a struggle and I settled onto blowing him, up and down and tongue rub and everything.But 5 minutes into the blowjob he pulled my head away, lifted me up in his arms and put me on the bed. He started biting and kissing my neck and. What a shame it would be to keep them hidden away by all that encumbrance of hair."My previous thoughts about the hidden artworks came back to haunt me but logically, taking it one step further, he did have a point I suppose, even though I wasn't quite sure what the word labia actually referred to."You must remember that there can never be any sin in beauty, and that is something we must all learn to fully understand."He went on to point out that regardless of the fact that I was getting a bit. He left the living and life went on, but in my mind there was only this idea, had to get them. And then the chance came. The parents went back to the city were we all lived for a couple of days to solve some work issues. So the only obstacle to get the treasure was my friend, I needed him to be away enough time so I could search and find those briefs. And the first move was obviously to look for them into the laundry while he was in the shower next morning. It failed, there was nothing there.