Chapter 322 Her Cock Night:>>18

• Becoming more anxious, she tore the cover and sheets off the bed and ripped her clothing out of the dresser. Increasingly desperate, she swept all the items off the closet shelves.
• Alarmed, she returned to the kitchen and started yanking open the drawers, spilling their contents onto the countertop. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw the edge of the book peering out from behind an appliance. Thrilled, she hugged the diary to herself, only then realizing how wet she was from tension, how the base of her leotard had ridden into her ass crack.
• Matt had spent the week planning and organizing. He thought that an extra letter should be added to BDSM: H, for Humiliation. When he arrived at home, he seemed more mature to his mother—more sexual and in command—than before. She abruptly moved the diary behind her back, trying to hide her excitement and nervousness upon seeing him again. "Hello, Mother." Even his voice sounded deeper. He briefly kissed her cheek and hugged her. "Good trip?"