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VASILIKI The sun was burning away the morning mists when Pavel drew the jeep up on the gravel outside the deconsecrated convent. Vasiliki backed out of the passenger seat, still covering him with the Simonov, and stretched her long legs. “Bring Ingrid, darling” she ordered, smiling. Pavel had sunk further into his sullen and defeated mood during the drive; his head and shoulders were bowed as he hoisted the cold body from the back seat and carried it in his strong arms towards the building. He was shaken from his thoughts by a low groan, then stopped dead in his tracks. There was a buxom woman, nude, dying and dripping with blood, nailed to the convent door. At his approach she slowly lifted her head, parted her thighs, and flashed him a brave, beautiful smile. Even in his despondency he was impressed at this coup de théâtre . They had sacrificed Serakh herself, the queen of the Waldenstein State Opera, merely to decorate the door to their lair. “The Pallid Mask” she whispered with her last breath. Vasiliki stepped briskly forward but, before she could knock, the door swung open. “Vasiliki and Pavel, you are most welcome. Please, enter”. The naked slave stepped aside, inviting them in with a graceful sweep of her long, ebony arm. They walked into a spacious hall with a stone floor, well-lit by windows high on the whitened walls – skinny walls which were adorned with preserved heads hanging by their hair. “I am Yewubdar” she smiled. “I am entirely at your disposal. Please, lay down the meat and it will be taken to the kitchens”. With this, she indicated a long, wooden trencher at the side of the room. Behind it stood a refectory table laid with silver cutlery and goblets and fine china serving teen plates laden with thick slices of meat. Pavel was sure of their provenance. He walked over slowly, like an automaton, and set Ingrid down as ordered. Pausing for a moment to look at her beautiful, sleeping face he found he did not feel any emotion - and wondered if he ever would. “May I take that for you?” Yewubdar asked and Vasiliki handed her the carbine without a thought. She, too, was somewhat overwhelmed at their surroundings. cumshot The genius loci was heavy and tangible, as though the shades of all the many victims taken under those antique beams thronged around her. She blowjob found herself staring into the eyes of the trophy head displayed on the chimneybreast. “Magda” seemed to gaze back at her with a knowing smile. Then they all turned at the sound of a door opening, and footsteps approaching. “Hello, Vasso”. Carissa stood before them; like Yewubdar she was shaven from head to blonde toe and wore only collar, boots, piercings - and a golden tattoo on her mons veneris . Unlike Yewubdar, she was bespattered with blood the length of her body – some of it drying to rusty-brown streaks but much of it still fresh and streaming down her luscious curves. “Cari”! Vasiliki started forward. “But… you were collected! I thought you were dead – the whole world thinks you are dead”. “The whole world thinks you are missing in the Strandzha mountains” she replied, gently. “Nobody is looking for any of us” here she turned to Pavel “- except you”. He gave no indication that he had even heard her. “It is all on camera” he muttered, staring at the cold flagstones. “My career – my life – is over”. “Your old life is over” Yewubdar corrected him gently. “Let me suck you to get you hard,” Brianne said. Her legs begin to give way After teen they settled in together, she reached over and gently caressed his face and told him how much she admired and respected him. The only contact we have is holding hands and the tip of her tongue on my now very erect cock. “Not skinny me… huh?” Jenny and Peter were sitting on opposite sides of the table, and they both leaned in and gave a puff, blowing out the two candles. As Dee sat watching the romantic scene going on screen I sneaked a pillow from her bed and casually blowjob placed it cumshot over my crotch, keeping my left arm over it. Leonie recuperated from her orgasm and followed Sofia, sitting next to her on the bench. I lay between her legs and give her a long slow blowjob. “I think my neck is broken,” I said. Not more than 30 seconds into my stroking mom reached back with her hands and grabbed the bottom of her robe. I spent the rest of the day concentrating on my job so blonde I would not think about what happened at lunch. Naked, he carried her back to the room where he did just that. I jiggled them. They took more consideration in my opinion. He's fucking our daughter!! "H-he didn't mean anything by it!" After giving each of them a good squeeze, I pull my hands out from under her shirt and lift it over her head. She gasped and let out a little cry. Darius heard footsteps from upstairs, and as Michael laid the table Isabelle walked into the kitchen. “Sure,” said Elise.