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 the 19th century, and how could a diary possibly be 'inappropriate for either display or study'?The best place to start answering these questions it seemed was. But at least her mother had a man, and not a bad one at that. Krista smiled as she thought of her Daddy, how just that evening he’d told her she was still a beautiful young woman, somehow knowing she’d needed very much to hear that. It’d been a long time since she felt beautiful. Then again, she’d always been a Daddy’s girl. She pulled the robe closed and left her room. She needed masturbation, but she needed the comfort of a snack first. The house was quiet. Daddy had fallen asl**p in front of. She had a job as a teacher and she said that she really enjoyed working with kids. She added, as long as they're someone else's, at the end of the sentence.Things had been strained between the two of them since her divorce. Jessica knew that her father had been wrong, but she felt than Ann had to have been at least partly to blame. Ann never discussed the reasons for the breakup with her daughter. Her husband had told Jessica that he found someone else and that he and Ann had just grown apart.. " Oh yes please master sir." The more enthusiasting you act the sooner I'll leave, I like my boys abit reluctant, I like to beat them into submission, so the sooner yousubmit the sooner I'll get bored. Nod." Yes please master sir." One last thing, you'll let it be known that being fucked like a slut isso much better than the sex you've had until now. Nod." Yes please master sir."I saw a look of curiosity pass through my wifes eyes as I maintained eyecontact. I tried to smile to show her it.