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. .. my... naughty... pussy!” I cried as he was fucking me ferociously.He suddenly pulled out and smacked my ass again before literally dragging me by my hair to the middle of the room. Reflex made me grab with both my hands at his wrists as he pulled me along. Again he was not hurting me, but my Father had clearly lost it. He used a drag spin movement to cause me legs to spread open and bent over me. He began slapping my pussy hard with his hand. “Evil... you're a bad girl!” he kept crying this. .. aaAAararraghhh don't you stop fucking my white ass don't stop! hurt it- hurt my ass... bite it... fuck my ass... fuck my white- ahh... aahhhh..." She continued to slut-babble while some of the pygmies furiously rubbed her clit and vaginal slit. Her juices flowed copiously again, lubricating every anal thrust and providing for the sudden mad thirst for European virginal fluid that seemed to have obsessed some of the little black tribesmen.The shaman came, making a strange shrill sound, the. She loved the feel of control she had while giving such exquisite pleasure. Taking her time, she let her fingers slide down from the shafts and play with the soft flesh of their balls. Edward and Conner sighed and moaned as she tickled their assholes with her fingertips. Moving closer, Lea slid to the side and began to lick Conner's balls.Conner called out as Lea's tongue licked the sensitive skin. Her soft wet tongue made it's way up the underside of his cock until her lips slid over the.