"The Marquis of Saint-Meran. Ah, I am sure he has not sold the house for what he gave for it." The Marquis of Saint-Meran!" returned the count. "The n...me is not unknown to me; the Marquis of Saint-Meran!" and he appeared to meditate."An old gentleman," continued the concierge, "a stanch follower of the Bourbons; he had an only daughter, who married M. de Villefort, who had been the king's attorney at Nimes, and afterwards at Versailles." Monte Cristo glanced at Bertuccio, who became whiter than. Well I said that sounds pretty nice I jokingly said lets give them to my wife he stared at me for a second and asked if I was for real I thought for a minute and said I was,he gave me four and told me to get her to take them I said I would and I will call him after she passes out.I went home and she was rolling a couple of joints unaware of what I had planned out she lit one and passed it to me and asked if work was bad today,I lied and said it was fine knowing full well I never went and was. “Hi Mrs. Johnson, how are you today?”“Oh fine, John. Not in school today?”“No, I took a day off to take care of some personal things. Can I help you with those packages?”“Thanks John, I appreciate that.”John took the packages and followed Mrs. Johnson into her kitchen and placed them on the kitchen table. “Thanks John.”“Awww, that’s OK, Mrs. Johnson. Anything for you... if you know what I mean.”Marilyn didn’t know what he meant, and was a little curious about his comment.John moved up behind. She spread apart my ass cheeks and started to tease the area around my backdoor. She licked from the base of my ball sack to the top of my ass crack, and back down again. It was incredible, but not as incredible as when she first started to tongue my asshole. “Oh my God, that feels great!” I said. “I had no idea this would feel so good.” “Just wait, I’m only getting started,” she replied. With that, she started pushing her tongue deeper and deeper into my ass, loosening my sphincter muscles.