"If I could I would've found a more worthy candidate for the ritual," she turned her head to look at him and rolled her eyes, "and stop bowing like so...e sort of peasant. You are of royal blood Esau, about time you acted like it."Esau hesitated as he straightened himself. He was a handsome man, in some ways generic, but overall exceptional. It was clear he was her son."The preparations will have to do. Attendant!" She was immediately in the presence of a neatly dressed man, who bowed his head.. She said, “It was one thing — one remarkable thing — for Vanessa to make the initial association. To equate the real-life murders here in Kanas City with those obscure European crime shows.”She smiled at Vanessa, “But you went even further — your intuition of the killer’s next steps allowed us to identify certain professions, to narrow our search fields.”Her smile broadened as she turned to the line of cameras, “Vanessa Henderson developed a premise — through “Wallander” — that a killer with. She wore white shoes with high heels, a very short black skirt that revealed her beautiful thighs, as well as a clear, tight bodice. Her jacket was thrown back over her shoulders, hardly hiding the attractions of her fine shape, accentuated by the curves of her full breasts, that undulated with every step she took.They sat at a table in front of me, he with his back to me, so that she found herself facing towards me. Her face was thin, her glossy, sensual lips carried an expression of boredom.. She just meekly nodded, and waited for me to lie down. I felt almost foolish, lying on my back, my arms stiffly raised in the air, but quickly forgot about that as Jenny removed her shirt and bra, freeing her voluptuous breasts. Her nipples were large and hard as she squatted over me."Okay, baby. I will do this for you. Only for you, baby, because I love you so much." She refused to look at me as she spoke, but I felt her hand grasp me penis, and aim for her ass. She slowly started to lower.