"dude do you know whose thing this is?" harris nodded over to the device on his desk. Sam just gave him a confused stare."your watcom?" evidently the ...evice was right next to the mans bread and butter of the tech world a cintiq 27QHD. normally that fucker would be upwards of $2,000 but he worked for a marketing company and they were well off, so he got his fancy toy."no that gold thing in front of it" harris saidsam huffed. Sam was a bit stuck up and didn't like for his time to be wasted, so he. It was pretty hot for me to listen to my normally shy, demure wife get into the lesbian thing, and I thought she kind of enjoyed it. Later though, she said she felt degraded. Occasionally I’d encourage her to be in control, and she would half-heartedly spank me or put me in lingerie, but with little enthusiasm. Until last week. It seems she found the F/W site on my computer and that got her thinking. That night she made me wear a short, pink nightgown, low heels, and even made my face up a. 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 accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. I approached the railing in the only open space on that side of the ship, only to see Fergus had beat me to it, leaning out over the railing and watching the water below.“Your Grace,” I murmured softly. He didn’t respond or turn to look at me, and I stood there awkwardly for a moment debating what to do. I didn’t want to invade his space, but I didn’t really want to be chased away every time he and I were near each other. I waited another few moments, and finally turned to go.I had only gone a.