Wilhelmina…bring the new one over tomorrow for…hmm, a sip of tea.” “O-okay…she’s, she’s a beautiful one.” My name is Wilhelm; this is ...y near daily routine. My father is of great Germanic noble though is confined to his bed, suffering from great weakness in his limbs and a horrid lung ailment, most definitely beyond medicinal healing of this time. He uses the vast majority of his strength to work on clocks and wood works with nothing but a few sharp knives. My mother has been dead since I was. Very salty. Very bitter. It smelt putrid. I don't think I liked it, but it was part of the body so I kept soldiering on. I found the cock head and mouthed on it as if I was actually sucking the cockhead. His dick grew turgid and popped out from underneath the jockstrap. It was massive; the shaft was thickening into a soda can's girth. The length traveled down his thigh. My eyes widened as I heard, "His gonna have a hell of a time getting that up his cunt." "I'll help with that," I heard from. “I will be in the workshop. Her new necklace will take some time.”“Yes, Master.”“She just needs rest, so leave her be. I think someone has a new engine to make.” I smiled placing my hand on her violet tresses.“Okay.”She would come to terms with what happened today sooner or later.Now where was my clay... Euryale had delivered, as promised, the pure silver ingots, the golden pearl, and the two rubies that I had requested. She had also gushed at length over her quickening, thanking me for my. There he would remove her cloths, and make love to her "dead" body. Then he would gently wash her and dress her for "burial". Then he would carry her to the casket and lay her within, carefully arranging her as for burial. All of this brought Jennifer more pleasure then she ever imagined. Sometimes, when Bill was gone, she would dress herself in a sexy negligee and lie in the casket, imagining it was her wake. She felt so beautiful, all cares were behind her. Ahead was just an eternity of.