She was certain she could pick several Renior's for almost nothing. The shop owner thought they were copies and Madame DuBois was going down to discre...tly check before they bought them.Jean felt herself extremely fortunate to have met her. She solved her hotel problem. Madame DuBois said she usually stayed at one of the more chic places in Marseille, but did not want any of the other art dealers to know she was in town. It was a dirty business and if it was known she was there, one of them was. He may as well, he decided. Then he’d be relaxed, able to concentrate better on teaching her. Jem stroked Peaches’ face, and pulled her ass into the air by her crotch-chain, forcing a cry from the bound plaything. He carefully examined the clasp that held her buttplug in place, then unclipped it and slipped the pear-shaped plug out of her anus. Peaches gasped, and Jem felt his cock straining against his trousers. He put the plug down on its base, and unceremoniously entered Peaches’. I can see the stains on the sheets where our mixed juices ran out of her pussy onto them. (MAN! I must have really filled her up last night!) I look at her and say; " Come on sweety. I got breakfast ready." She looks up at me, leans up and puts her arms around me and says; " Good morning daddy. Did you sleep good?" I said; " Yes and that I had a dream about mommy" She just blushed a little bit and then changed the subject real quick by asking what was for breakfast. I told her that I made eggs. Sweetness. Unfathomable sweetness. She had heard the phrase “mana from heaven” many times, but had no inkling of its meaning until now. The drink was thick, golden honey magnified a thousand fold. Her face and throat buzzed with delirious pleasure as she downed the heavenly drink. Her entire body pulsed with vigor and her mind exploded with a galaxy of new possibilities. She gulped it down hungrily, her lips sucking out every last drop as her body reached a euphoric crescendo.And then… it.