Eventually, sleep—merciful sleep—came to me. MP stayed with me the entire time, sleeping in my desk chair or on the floor. She refused offers from...my parents to relieve her.Days passed and I was no better. Finally, the time for her wake arrived. Seeing her there, lying so peacefully in her coffin was agony for me and her funeral was even worse. I threw myself onto her coffin as they lowered it into the ground. I wanted to join her—be with her forever just as we had planned. When it was over. When he did that I climbed on top of him and straddled his cock. Don was still lying there; he hadn't moved yet. I said, "What are you waiting for? Can't you see that I'm ready to keep fucking Malik and he needs more of your spit on his cock? Get busy!"Don slowed rolled over and moved in behind my ass to where Malik's long cock was standing vertical and poised ready to enter me. I said, "Go ahead. Start licking!" He wasn't protesting anymore. Don moved down and efficiently began to lick and. She took her time to caress his skin with the cloth and lingered over each body part. His eyes were closed and he enjoyed the attention and peacefulness of the moment. By the time she had completed her task, she was very aroused herself. She stopped, unsure of what to do next, when Paul opened his eyes and said, "Now it's your turn." Oh no, Master, you cannot wash this lowly slave. It is not right," Jennifer replied."I am your Master. Whatever I decide is right."Paul took the cloth from her and. Wake up and smell the coffeeAt one such party Federico sat in a chair admiring his hard work these past months when suddenly something caught his eye in the far distance. He wrinkled his eyebrows and left his flaunting females in order to stand up straight and have a closer look at the phenomena. A tree, left to its own devices, all uncut and unshaped! How could this happen in his kingdom of perfect garden culture? He was gobsmacked and utterly scared. Suddenly he just had to get away from all.