Noirtier wishes to see you to-night, he said, in an undertone."Tell him I will come when I leave my dear grandmamma," she replied, feeling, with true ...delicacy, that the person to whom she could be of the most service just then was Madame de Saint-Meran. Valentine found her grandmother in bed; silent caresses, heartwrung sobs, broken sighs, burning tears, were all that passed in this sad interview, while Madame de Villefort, leaning on her husband's arm, maintained all outward forms of respect,. She was all dressed in faux fur, high heels on her foot.Fishnet stockings on her legs, sparking earrings to boot.A bundle of gifts she had flung on her back,And she looked like a mall shopper who had bought from the rack.Her eyes - they were smoking! Her smile was so merry!Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a berry.Her make-up was perfect, as white as the snow.She looked so stunning, as if she was part of a show.The form of her figure was wrapped tightly, so sheekAnd her breasts were. Another troubled look crossed her face before she went back upstairs.The system only gives sound from the bedroom.I heard the door open.“Jack, wake up.”I hear various groans. “What?”“He’s gone.”“Who’s gone.”“Martin’s gone. We screwed up last night. He slept on the couch downstairs and now he’s gone.”“So what?”“He was upset. I should have warned him, we shouldn’t have sprung that on him.”“So come back to bed, we can take all day.”“No Jack, get real. I need to know that he’s alright.”“Of course. I put a blindfold on you. You are surprised by how light my touch is considering my hands are big and look as rough as a butchers hands. Both like to treat fresh and big slabs of meat. I start to touch you. Your nipples are hard and firm so I suck them...no, I gently bite them and squeeze and suck them. I lift you up and your body rests on my two hands. I keep them there, each hand firmly gripping your bum cheeks. I lower my face to your cunt. I have a big mouth with big lips and I take you in.