”“Please no. I can’t...” she cried.“I’ll make you a deal. Wear the suit and let me take the normal images. Afterwards, you can remove the ...shields and wear what you want for the rest of the day.”“You wear the clamps.” She refused.“Okay, after the Images, I will put on the shields,” I shrugged. Fair was fair.“Honestly?” Her expression was not of disbelief but more of curiosity.“Honestly.” I did test out the gentle clamps to hold the plates that would cover a portion of her breasts and the force. I take him in my mouth and start slowly sucking his hard meat. His eyes close as he grabs my head and starts fucking my mouth, "god Haley,I always knew you were a good cock sucker". A few moments go by and he lays me down on the pink bedspread of his daughter's bed and start's making out with me. Kissing,his tingue jetting in and out of my mouth as his hands run up and down my body. My cock is wetting my panties with pre cum as his hand stops to grab it and jerk it a few times. He lifts my ass. Heavenly…passionate torture. Your letting me squirm…and I know it…as I slowly take you in my hand and stroke you while we are kissing…I want to feel you inside of me so bad at this point. You slide your hand up and begin to slowly circle my clit again…then slide your finger inside me…making me die to have YOU inside of me…I’m moaning in agony yet pleasure. As my hand is stroking you, your cock is so hard and you feel so good to me I just can’t think of anything I want worse than having you. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem kleinen, unabhängigen Museum beauftragt wurde, das beiliegende Tagebuch an den nächsten lebenden Erben des Erblassers auszuhändigen. Laut der Notiz hielt das Museum den Inhalt des Diariums für nicht geeignet, weder für die Ausstellung noch für wissenschaftliche Studien.Der Brief endete mit einem kurzen, aber.