As you climb on it, it feels like the bed. “Kneeldown,” I tell you, “andput your elbows against your knees.” You do so. Then y...u feel something going around theback of yourknees, the front of your elbows, tying them together. “What are you doing?” you ask. “Pleasuring you, as I always do,” I reply. After a moment or two, you sense me kneeling infront of you. You feel warm oil pour in a tiny stream onto yourbuttocks and trickledown your spine, then. "Sorry baby, you felt so good. I couldn't help myself." I smiled, licking and swallowing the precum off my lip. I sat up on my knees and said, "It's okay." Kyle grabbed my hands and pulled me to his side. As we laid on our sides facing each other, he gently brushed a few strands of hair behind my ear. "I'm truly the luckiest man in the world, all because I have you." "You know what would make me the luckiest girl in the world?" "No idea. What?" "Having your cock inside my pussy, fucking me all. He rolled to his side, his chest heaving for cool air and collapsed on half of my pillow. I turned to face him, our bodies pressed together and kissed him again. I was drifting on bright euphoric clouds.When we finally came back to earth and had gathered enough strength, Mark went to the window. "The rain has stopped and you should see this sunset!" he said.I got up and we went outside. Mark brought a blanket out to wrap us up in and we sat there, me in front with Mark behind me, his arms. 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, the 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.