September 17th 1832I arrived at the British Museum a few minutes before ten of the clock, to be met by a lanky, spindle shanked fellow with a mop of u...ruly dark brown hair and a lugubrious demeanour.He held out a dainty hand and introduced himself. “Welcome to the British Museum, Sir Elijah. I am Owen Lee-Joshin, Deputy Director of the museum.”We mounted a wide flight of marble steps to an upper floor, where Lee-Joshin led me along a corridor and ushered me into a spacious, airy, room that was. And then within the blink of an eye, his shaft entered her stretched tunnel and disappeared inside of her with ease. My wife’s legs grew tense the moment she felt his long cock completely lodged in her pussy. His ass began to rise and fall as his shaft began to bang at her fairly forcefully from the very beginning. I stood stunned watching them knowing they were complete strangers yet were fucking like old lovers. “Oh my goodness. Oh my, oh my, ” Lisa mutter under him as I watched and listened. With great expectation she finally logged on to the BDSM website and submitted her story, making sure to select all the boxes necessary so that ?her readers? could find the story she had written for them. She took a big breath and hit ?submit.?And that is when the torture really began.Her story was up on the website about 6 days later. She was thrilled to see her name listed alongside the story that she had worked so hard at creating.It was a thrilling thought to think that at this very moment. As his eyes wandering down her body he saw her cunt for the first time too, not totally shaved as he might have expected but with a small V shaped strip of short hair above it pointing the way down.The shower together was a combination of soaping and groping, he couldn't keep his hands away from her breasts and cunt, she was stroking his cock, once again nibbling his neck and chest. He wanted it to happen now, to drive his cock inside her, to fuck her as hard as he could. Somehow she seemed to.