They looked unsure but followed my orders.I tossed the dripping canvas bag into the firepit. The stone enclosure was more than deep enough for the bag...and its contents to fit."Inside is the chopped up wizard and the head of Sergeant Tate. They will not get a burial, they will be burned until ash. The Earth Mother will not grant them rest. See that this fire does not diminish, or I will have to find alternate means of feeding it. Do I make myself clear?"A chorus of 'Yes, Milord.' echoed in the. Sucking spit through her teeth in sibilant excitement she said, “Has there ever not been a time when you haven’t thought I was a nymphomaniac?”Chuckling he answered, “Maybe when I used to serve dinners in your sorority house. Or maybe when Fred refused to talk about you the way some of our fraternity brothers talked about their girlfriends. Certainly not since our first night together when we called ourselves “Musketeers” and we all started swinging together. You have always been a hot woman,. I thought to myself that I had always told my wife how good she was at cock sucking and she was. She had gotten so good that she could deep throat my six and a half inch cock with ease. In that last year or so she would tease me by saying she had mastered this cock and could take it so easily now. The pictures with Bob’s cock in my talented wife’s mouth got me started.It was then that I heard my wife stirring and I got up from the deck and went inside. I asked if she wanted a coffee and she. I was at St George’s School in Buenos Aires, very Anglo, so I’m bi-lingual in English and Spanish. You’re very observant.”“We’re from Paris originally but have lived down here for about ten years. I’m an interior designer, and own some stores on the Cote d’Azur, and my husband is a dentist.” Well, they’re not short of money. “Well, it’s getting hot in here,” she said, putting her hand on my thigh dangerously close to my cock, “how about a few minutes in the hot tub, as we have to leave.