I had no doubt I was going to come, but I wasn't sure if Jonathan was going to get there first and leave me in the lurch. I don't panic about such thi...gs now, but I did then !I nearly took off as I touched my hard little clit, he of course thought it was his expert fucking that caused my throaty moan, and I did nothing to enlighten him otherwise. Jon had his eyes tight shut throughout, as he later said the sight of his bare cock going in and out of my juicy cunt, and my bottom all open, and. We were going to be leavingtomorrow so we went to bed right away.After breakfast we packed everything back in the bags and suitcases andgarment bags, everything that is, except what I was going to wear backhome; check out was eleven so I was ready by ten.My traveling dress was, like most of my dresses, wide skirted. This onewas white with long sleeves of lace, it had a high neck and tight bodiceand as usual the waist flared out to a full circle. The stiff petticoatunder my skirt helped push out. You looked so silly in your big boy clothes. But now you look perfect my little sissy bitch. Are you ready to see my friend Dan?”“Yes Master” I replied noticing his description of my father in law.Just then the doorbell rang and Master smiled at me nodding toward the door letting me know I was to answer it myself. I steeled myself against this new humiliation and minced over to the front door opening it cautiously.The laughter was immediate. My father in law stood outside looking me up and down. De Boville had indeed met the funeral procession which was taking Valentine to her last home on earth. The weather was dull and stormy, a cold wind shook the few remaining yellow leaves from the boughs of the trees, and scattered them among the crowd which filled the boulevards. M. de Villefort, a true Parisian, considered the cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise alone worthy of receiving the mortal remains of a Parisian family; there alone the corpses belonging to him would be surrounded by worthy.