He flipped the page to the first attachment. It was obviously a death certificate from the Prefecture of Marseille made out in Jean's name. It also ha... all the pertinent data about her. The information could have only come from her. With it was attached a Certificate of Burial again certified by the Prefecture of Marseille. Cause of death was listed as accidental drowning at the local beach. Both were complete with official registration numbers.Well, she certainly has thought of everything. He. I stood up and walked to the bathroom. Inside I stood in front of the admiring what I had awoke with, what you had done to me! Reaching the knob with my free hand I adjust the water temp and step in (the benefit of sleeping naked). The water flows onto my shoulder and down my hairy chest. Little streams of warm water flow over my small erect nipples to my thighs and swollen member. Enjoying the sensation I close my eyes and immediately see the dream. Soaking up the images of you in my. “Do you know where in Maine?” I asked. “I’m not sure but I know it’s on the coast. He lives in a cabin in the woods and off the grid.” She seemed excited to talk about someone she knew in Maine. As soon as she said that, she took a deep breath and looked away and became tense again. She looked down at her feet and clutched the folders to her chest like armor. “Wow, you know someone who lives in Maine and in the woods off the grid. That’s really a coincidence cause that’s how I live. I live in. She smiled her sweetest smile and gave me the softest, kindest kiss she possibly could. It lasted for only a few seconds, and when she broke away from my lips, my brown doe-eyes were full of lust and intoxication at her intimacy. I adored this side of her; the side that showed true love for me. "Get dressed, love. It's time for work. And no I will not punish you for touching that nice little pussy of yours... That would be giving you what you wanted, wouldn't it, slave," Mistress purred, her.