Too late to be surrounded by all these dead people and their dead things. It wasn't that she didn't love the job; bigger museums had offered her jobs ...ith better money and more prestige, but she always turned them down. She stayed because she wanted to be with the collection. But on nights like this, alone, in the dark, it was too easy to think of the building as her own tomb. She felt like one of the slaves buried with the old kings, tending the dead forever. Someone knocked on her office. As he slowly moved down to her breast, he rubbed over her breast and lightly pinched the nipples making her gasp as the pain yet pleasure she found from it.After he has finished massaging her breast, he lightly licked them and then bit the nipples enough to make it pleasure them to where they stood at full attention. He keep moving down rubbing her stomach and legs making sure to avoid her pussy. He works down her legs and massages her feet. This puts her in pure ecstasy as he knows just where. I tell you a story of a girl in her early teens desired and preened by an overly attentive uncle, the heat of her first bleeding, throwing a different light on this old man, perhaps a bit too old to still sit on his knee, but his desire in her early years, could be clearly felt as it was maneuvered between her tomboyish bum cheeks, I laughingly add, I did all the maneuvering. I was a naughty girl back then, sexually aware for one so young, then again watching your mother being fucked, taught me. Mai apne ghar ane laga to dekha ki preethi mera intejar kar rahi hai mene use haste hue andar bulaya aur puchha tumhara bhai kaha hai preethi boli wo to mama ke ghar me hai anewala tha lekin barish ki wajah se nahi ya paya . mujhe joro se piyas lagi thi maine preethi se kaha mere ghar me pani nahi hai aur mujhe piyas lagi hai to usne kahi ki main la kar deti hun sir maine kaha tum chhod do main bhiga to hun main hi jakar pee lunga aur botal me dal kar le aunga preethi ne kaha ok sir aur main.