You squirm and whimper as I slide my fingers over your soaked G. I pull it aside and slide one thick finger after another into your slippery hot puss.... Your knees bend slightly and your move slowly up and down against the wall. Your sensitive nipples are swollen, rock hard and screaming to be sucked; I oblige and your body bucks in response. You pull me by the back of the neck closer to your sweet breasts and the other begins to stroke my thick cock, now rapidly swelling from the. From their titles it is clear they are sex tapes. Once home, I put a tape into the VCR as I’ve been instructed to do. They are all of Alia, of course, in various sexual encounters with Viktor, and with other men that presumably Viktor has chosen. Without even thinking, I masturbate to the action on these tapes. In the ultra-modern lounge of an exclusive hotel, Viktor sits across from me. He has purposely gotten me very drunk, insisting that I drink Manhattans. Upstairs, in room 715, he informs. 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. At her door she turned and hugged him. Then she kissed him on the lips. That was a great surprise. The greater surprise was that the kiss lingered just a moment longer than he would have expected. Then she said goodnight and went into her room. Sylvia closed the door. She went over to her bed and began undressing. She was able to remove her high heels and then her blouse and skirt. She fumbled with her unnecessary bra and her black panties. Her breasts were firm and perky. Not large, but still.