Again her neck is bulging, her gullet stretched beyond limit. I can see again how the bulb of sand is shoved by the huge dildo-head down her esophagus..., but the last step to push through her pylorus is blocked, I can feel a tough resistance. Her body is still rigid in deathly, final apnea, really suffocating to death. With utmost power I drive the dildo forward, nearly breaking her neck and finally the mass of sand is pushed into her bursting, bloating stomach. All in a sudden, her suffocating. She attempted to keep her voice even but she was unsuccessful. Even those paying little attention suddenly knew something of great urgency had arisen. Many assumed the king had met a great defeat and was killed or captured.“Milady?” her attendant asked.“Please wait just outside the closed door,” Elena said. “You may rest assured that no impropriety will occur. I have something I need to discuss privately with the chamberlain.”“Has the king been harmed?” her lead bodyguard asked. He was one of. Gently at first, letting our lips open and tongue play with each other’s. Our kisses quickly become deep, passionate and needy. Our hands roam all over each other’s bodies, as we begin to peel each other’s t-shirts off and throw them to the floor. He lifts me up as I wrap my legs around him and we move towards the sofa. He lays me down and kisses down from my lips to my neck, gently biting his way down over my collar bones towards my large 34G breasts and hard pink nipples. He plays with them. ”The officer looked shocked. “Can anyone verify that?”“The owners of the hotel where I was staying.”They asked for the name of the Hotel and its location, and one of the interrogators left the room.Gordon looked casually at the photos. “There’s a date and time on these printouts, Victor. Whoever did this was an amateur. You’re in the clear.”Both Victor and Gordon already knew this, but he said it for the benefit of the remaining detective and the tape recorder. When the first policeman returned.