She rolled towards him and kissed him gently on the mouth and slipped her hand around his still rising member. He rolled on his back and with one move...ent, lifted her up and placed her spunk-filled cunt immediately onto his cock, which he drove up inside her. She sat there for a moment, then dared to speak.“What would you like me to do, sir?”“It is now 4am and the sun will rise at 7am today. Your maid will come for you then. Until then, you will ride me like this however many times I come in. Parts of the other races live here, but humans outnumber them all, holding massive pieces of land.Just north of Elanium are just icy, barren lands. Northern wastelands or just wastelands are they called, home to demons, orcs, undead, everything dark and bloodthirsty. Their inhabitants call it survival of the fittest, not much food to go around with no soil to grow it after all, but the self-proclaimed civilized races call it barbaric, evil even.South we find Tar'chi, or the great desert, home. 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. I was now tied naked and spread eagle in Cathy’s garage with no way to get loose without her help. So all I could do was wait for her to get home. As I hung there, I could hear cars driving past and had time to think about what Cathy was going to do to me. I heard a car pull into her drive and stop. Then a car door slammed shut, then a 2nd door slammed shut and I could hear her walking towards the walk through door to the garage. I was wondering what she had brought with her that she had to.