"The original is in Bologna I think. Or is it Padua? Well somewherein Italy anyway. The belle ?poque of Renaissance sculpture so theysay. So very apt ...on't you think dear?"David's mouth felt suddenly dry. His heart heavy with trepidation.Nothing was ever by chance where Grace de Messembry was concerned.She was, to the best of his knowledge, not given to spending herearly evenings contemplating Italianate fountains. Certainly notthis one."Oh .... Hello Miss Grace. Apt Miss Grace? Why?" "Such an. As he continued to bite her neck and shoulders, his hands slid down her stomach. She watched and felt him unfasten her jeans. She wiggled slightly and they dropped to the ground. She stepped out them and her shoes at the same time. The air felt cool as she saw herself in the mirror in just her panties. He stepped back and slid out of his clothes. As always, his body was lean and muscular. What was surprising to her was how large he looked. He put his hands on her hips and turned her to him. . Slowly they rub over your clit then into your dripping hole. They are quickly replaced by a thick, but short inflexible cock. You recognize the feel immediately as a dildo with knobs all over it. It is pressed into you slowly then pulled out then back in and out again. Finally after three more strokes it is pulled out completely. You thrust your body forward to try to capture it with your pussy lips and hold it within you but thrash against the empty air. You feel the thick short cock being. “Is there another way out of here besides the front door?” I asked him after he had looked at the picture and the warrant.“Yes, there is a back stairs that leads to the rear of the building,” he told us.“We’ll check that. If you hear from Mr. Stevens, have him contact our Atlanta office at... !” and I gave him the phone number before we moved out of the empty office, and the man pointed down the hall to where the door to the back stairs were. There was no one on the stairs, either those above.