"Shall I suck you off now Danny?" she asked."Yeah, but I think I need to sit down," murmured Danny in reply. He was still a little lightheaded from he... blood drinking and didn't rate his chances of staying on his feet if she gave him head right there in the doorway.Danny staggered a little as he entered the unit's main room and slumped down on the couch. Sylvia glided to her knees at his feet and started opening the fly of his jeans."Don't suppose you've reconsidered that fuck?" asked Danny,. The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. I brushed my clit with the buzzing egg shaped tool. I knew exactly what spot I wanted to pleasure, applying just the right amount of pressure I made small circles on my clit with the bullet. It would take mere seconds for me to come this way combined with the intensity of him sucking and licking my nipple rhythmically. I moaned my breath quickened. I whispered his name. It flowed freely from my lips. It always had. I began to feel the familiar wave of passion sweep over my pussy. As if on cue. "That wasn't professional." According to Mr. Phillips, your reaction was perfectly justified. He is a solicitor, you know, and he said - and I quote verbatim," the professor said - checking a piece of paper over his half-glasses, "yes, here it is 'If she wants to sue the prick for sexual harassment then tell her my chambers will represent her for free. I shan't take the case myself as I will want to appear as a witness'. Quote-unquote."Hannah looked stunned. "But still..." she started."Yes,".