She ached to communicate with her creator and say, "Do not despair. I am here. And I am all that you seek." But, she could not speak, being marble and... as yet, her head being roughly carved with no lips.Soon enough, she had lips. Her creator came to her every day upon waking and stayed late into the night until collapsing in exhaustion. When he touched Galatea, she felt what he felt, but had no context for it. Mostly, she felt the smooth marble of her own skin under his rough, callused hands.. The fat lips were so soft that I wished to bite but it would hurt her so I refused my desire.I inserted my tongue inside her crack and licked there and got brackish taste of the oozing pre-cum at her hole. I wetted the whole pussy with the saliva of my mouth, I could take the whole pussy into my mouth and suck. Nisha was moaning heavily aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah. Mr. Thomas takes the shot in the shoulder, having turned just in the nick of time. He falls, joining the two women. He was nervous before, but now he is scared. He watches as Markus approaches, his boots a steady drum on the pavement.“You son of a bitch,” Markus snarls. He points the pistol at the teacher’s head. “You were supposed to take the fall, not cause all of this.”Me. Thomas closes his eyes tight, knowing it won’t make a difference when the man pulls the trigger. Then bang! then a. When I lifted the lid of the box I could smell the perfumed paper cradling the contents. I peeled back the first layer of tissue and found a black lace bra and panties. The material was very thin and fragile, but it looked very expensive. I placed them to the side and removed the next layer of tissue revealing a very simple black cocktail dress. The dress had low back and deep cut v-neck.The second box contained a bottle of scented body lotion and a pair of expensive black pumps, just a little.