Looking up and down the street, she ducked into an alley shortcut to her house, pausing along the way to lift her plaid skirt to touch her panties cov...ring her soft mound. "Oh my god!" she thought. "I am soaked! Did my daddy turn me on that much?" She quickly picked up her pace, wanting to get home more than ever. As she stepped into her house, she called out, "Daddy! You home?" When she heard no response, the felt a pang of excitement as she bounded up the stairs to her room. She stripped. It was that of La Carconte. The pistol I had heard had doubtless been fired at her. The shot had frightfully lacerated her throat, leaving two gaping wounds from which, as well as the mouth, the blood was pouring in floods. She was stone dead. I strode past her, and ascended to the sleeping chamber, which presented an appearance of the wildest disorder. The furniture had been knocked over in the deadly struggle that had taken place there, and the sheets, to which the unfortunate jeweller had. No one else knows what it means, but they don’t matter. Going out into the kitchen, I find my breakfast set up on the floor next to her chair. A small cushion laid before it for me to kneel on. So that’s it. She wants me to eat as a slave one last time before I go. I kneel before her seated form and kiss her feet before crawling to my cushion and kneeling upon it. I suppress another series of moans as the marble phallus torments me. ?You may use your hands,? she says, nibbling a. She poured the syrup on my chest and started licking it all over.She then removed my undies and poured the syrup from chest to my dick. She now came on my body and started rubbing her boobs on my chest. Ummm the feeling was soo good.Then I sucked her chocolate melons and kissed her. She then licked me all and then hold my dick and erotically started licking all the chocolate on it.She started blowing me so sexily that within minutes I was about to cum. She stopped and poured more chocolate and.