They, were some of the most expensive and sought after diamonds in the world, and were known as Moussaieff Reds! Supposedly they were ones that could... be had for a bargain price! Or at least this was what he had been led to believe! The fact that it was illegal to own them or purchase them on the black market mattered little to a nasty conniving bastard of a man like Lord Vattendaul! His Yacht renamed as the Diamond Trader had set Lord Vattendaul back an obscene amount of pounds sterling! . To my surprise, a mysterious message from myself was amongst the others. I opened it and was thrilled to find this message along with MY ENTIRE DIARY attached to it!Dear Laura, My name is Michelle and I'd like to explain to you how this message found its way to you. My husband is a tow truck driver and two weeks ago, his dispatcher sent him to pick up your stolen car from the ditch it was abandoned in. After he winched your car out of the muck, he found your laptop computer underneath. It. He then firmly placed it in on top of my clit, and mashed the tender fleshy membrane against the sharp wood. I yelped at first rocking back and forth moaning. I was in both pain and pleasure as it rattled and vibrated loudly, and went from the soft part of my clit to the hard wood between my thighs! My clit being abused like this had produced a most unusual female noise I had wondered where it was coming from and then realized it was me! As the noise barely escaped from my constricted. She knelt back down, stranding my legs, reached towards the table, opened a drawer and took out a fool wrapper. She looked at me, smiled, tore open the wrapper and put the condom on the tip of my cock. I watched as she slowly worked the yellow tube down my shaft. It was at once painful, unused to having some one peel it, but amazing as her delicate hands worked my shaft. She then, still kneeling over me, removed her only remained clothes, a purple bra, and then dropped it on top of my erect.