Right on top was a small booklet, Archaeology of the Marianas Islands by Laura Maud Thompson. "Bernice P. Bishop Museum Bulletin 100, 1932." Wow!" sai...d Henry. "Wow! This is a rarity. I've never seen a copy, only a PDF. The Museum had it reprinted about 40 years ago, but you don't see copies of those, either." Well, we might unpack more; or we might wait till you're looked at the – uh – Bulletin and talked to my dad." Good idea. Pigafetta called the islanders thieves." Who?" Antonio Pigafetta.. .”You are cut off immediately by a hard slap on your left tit. “I?”Remembering yourself, you say “Thank you” for correcting your error.“Slut must be ready to use. Slut must obey. Slut must earn pleasure. Slut must thank Sir for correction.”“Good, Slut,” I praise you. “Now, recite how you must be ready.”You gasp as I begin to pinch your nipples hard, twisting and pulling, hard enough to make it difficult to hold still or concentrate.“Slut must be clean. Slut must keep her cunt smooth. Slut must. Breathing through my nose, I tilted my head back and slid his manhood all the way into my oral cavity. He grabbed my hair with his hands as I worked my head back and forth. My pussy ached as did my boobs. I stood up and slipped my shorts off. Tom didn’t waste any time. I turned and gave him my back. “Put it in the right hole,” I instructed as I arched my back and bent forward, my hands on the front slop of the beer cart. “I’ll do my best,” Tom replied as he slipped his massive cock between. I could feel those muscles I had only imagined a short while ago, rippling up and down me. Her boyfriend's load was spilling out between us and raining down on my balls. She leaned forward in the tiny cubicle and placed her hands against the bathroom door for balance; then, using her knees, began to pump rapidly, my glans ramming her g-spot until she began quivering uncontrollably. I wet my finger and reached for the puckered star of her rear; brushing against it, I knew I had found her.