I knew the waiter was looking at me. I sat, waiting while Ann finished ordering and then I quickly ordered what I wanted. As soon as the waiter left... Ann excused herself to go to the ladies room. As she walked away, I pressed the button on the remote, again a short buzz with each step as she walked away.I sat and watched the news headlines on the TV at the bar while I waited for her to return. Soon my cell phone buzzed. I looked at it and saw it was a text from Ann. I was very confused as. Having her bottom dealt with was like nothing else in the world for her. She could hardly wait for her thrashing.But first things first. About those sins of hers."Forgive me, Vicar," she began as she continued to stare down at the floor, "For there are many and each is worse than the last I fear. These past few days I have been having wicked thoughts which have led me to do wicked things."Reginald nodded sagely. "I see. Perhaps it would be wise to unburden yourself of this wickedness and tell. 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. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to. “You know what horny little bitches get don’t you?” I was kissing him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. “A good fucking.” I replied. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” “I want you to fuck me, Charlie, I want you to fuck me hard.” He was bouncing harder now, rubbing that big cock against my clit. “Let me feel your big hard cock in my cunt.” Holding tightly to my ass he stood up, my legs still round his waist, and carried me to the bed. Practically.