Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items.The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, t...e second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. 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. She bounced up and down on his shaft for a minute and told him how much she loved his giant cock in all of her holes, especially her ass. Then she leaned back on his chest, presenting her pussy for me to enter. I got between them and guided my cock into her waiting opening. John held still, buried deeply up her ass while I fucked into her pussy. A constant stream of happy sounds were coming from her. Soon John also started to move and we fucked her together. I lasted longer this time and. His cock got hard in an instant and started leaking, mixed with my pussy juices it made my pussy leak all over my towel, my nipples got so hard they started hurting pressed down on the towel.I was so aroused I couldn't take his cock rubbing my lips like that anymore so I turned around; flipping my leg over his head while he remained kneeled in between them. I opened my legs and displayed myself to him. I looked at his small erected penis in between his legs; it was dripping with precum and my. “How’s that make you feel? Good to be smacked in the face with the cunt that fucked your boyfriend?” And again. “Think about it Mel, you on your knees in front of the cunt that fucked your boyfriend.” She did it again. “And now this cunt owns you. Your whole World revolves around this cunt. Surely you can taste it now on those panties stuffed in your mouth. My cunt is in your mouth and no matter how long you live, you will always know that the taste of the cunt that fucked...” She did it.