But she was enjoying what Ben was doing. The sensuous heat of the sauna was turning her on. Everything seemed to turn her on now. After that first tim...e with Ben, Sue had discovered she loved to fuck. Any time, anywhere.The heat in the girl's cunt began to equal the heat of her sweating skin. Ben's hand pushed down into the top of her bikini, pinching at her nipples."Mmmmmmmm," Sue sighed. Her hips jerked a little on the wooden seat. Ben noticed."Your box is smoking," he kidded.Sue blushed but. 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 remained until the count reached fifteen, and watched as the whimpering Prospect was lifted off the two rubber invaders. Babbling incoherently, she was laid face down on the bar. One last remaining step and her status would be that of a patch holder, not a Prospect. The logo of the Bellz was now going to be tattooed into her skin at the small of her back. This would take a good three hours, as the design was rather involved and about sixty inches square. The central part of the tattoo would. She knelt down and kissed Mistress Miller’s toe, “May I beg the Mistress to let me ask her a question?”Mistress Miller nodded curtly.“I do not know how to make a martini and I would not want to make a mistake.”Mistress Miller turned to Master Frank and they agreed that Kim be accompanied by his slave, who was called Thomas. As Thomas began to expertly make up the cocktail Kim could not help asking Thomas,“So do you and Frank do these games often?”Thomas shook his head, “This is not a game.”Kim.