"You'll have to leave that to set," said Steven. "Leave the icing until tomorrow. Later on today though you need to paint it all with white of egg." W...y?" It stops the almond oil in the marzipan leeching through the icing and staining it." Golly," she said, "your mother taught you well. There's none of that in the cookery book."On Sunday morning she added the icing without any trouble. She left that to set.After lunch she said to Steven, "I've got to try and write on it and I've got to make one. I want to drink her juices, to taste the nectar I have long dreamt of, as my tongue traces its way back and forth between her wet lips. Finally dipping inside I taste her then lightly caress her clit. My tongue is tender yet relentless. Each stroke against her clit sends another wave of sensation crashing through and over her. With her eyes closed, her body writhes from side to side with fingers clutching the sheets. The merest touch of my tongue is sending bolts of lightning through her. Her Master says ?I want you to cum while this dog is fucking your worthless cunt hole.? she feels horrified, she’s wanted to cum all day, but it was so degrading to be ordered to cum while a dog was raping her. ?you had better cum now? He orders her, ?you may not get another chance for a long time.? Feeling she has no choice, and despite what her rational side thinks, her cunt hole has been wanting to cum all day, and the cunt hole doesn’t care who or what is fucking it, it just wants its. "That's what we're trying to find out, sir," Detective Delaney replied."Any information that you have could help shed some light on all ofthis."The man looked down toward the floor, "Nash was a quiet kid...kept tohimself most of the time." He suddenly looked up, "How's his mother...mywife? Was she the one who found him?" She's handling it as well as possible," Kirk replied. "Your foster sonoutside was saying that something was bothering Nash...do you knowanything about it?"The man's eyes.