She drank her champagne...draining the glass, and putting it down on a table. "I'm ready...!"------Twelve hours later, Lesley lay in a steaming hot ba...h, allowing the recuperative powers of hot water, heal her battered and bruised body. At 7 am she had begged Rob to stop...she couldn't take any more. He had worn her out. For the best part of an hour, Rob had readied her anus. Using baby oil he had probed and stretched her back passage...reapplying oil every few minutes, using one, then two,. ”I left Otto to his report and joined Monique, where she told me a most interesting tale.She and her lover, Horst Wessel, had attended a discreet private supper party the previous evening to celebrate the successful conclusion of France and Austria’s diplomatic activities at the congress, and to bid farewell to Pierre de Montmorency-Laval, the French Minister of Foreign Affairs, and head of the French delegation, who was returning to Paris the next day.Also present were François-René de. He had been castrated that night, and it seemed like his will had been taken with his balls. She hated the sight of him, as if he had caused all of her problems.Jon was driving the convertible down the dusty trail, heading back north, back to his life. Julie was coming along for the ride. She held a hand on Jon's shoulder as he drove and Jon realized that she had always had a hand or was touching him almost at all times now.He knew that her demons were still present inside her, and that she had. I walked to the kitchen with her in my arms, placing her carefully in the chair before getting our coffee. I made French toast and heated some real maple syrup along with some sausage patties. We sat close to each other-real close. Actually she sat in my lap. We had a ball feeding and feeling each other. I dipped my finger into her pussy and made her beg me to let her lick it; it turned out she just loved her own taste. I know I did.After breakfast we showered taking extra care to clean.