"--At this moment the clock struck six. "It is six o'clock," said Madame de Villefort, evidently agitated. "Valentine, will you not go and see if your... grandpapa will have his dinner?" Valentine rose, and saluting the count, left the apartment without speaking."Oh, madame," said the count, when Valentine had left the room, "was it on my account that you sent Mademoiselle de Villefort away?" By no means," replied the young lady quickly; "but this is the hour when we usually give M. Noirtier the. " She quickly uttered.William could obviously hear the panic in her voice."I'm sorry I got to get back to work, I've a job to do, you know." She quickly stated.For a brief second, William could hear a muffled man's voice say, "I got a job for yo-",before Kelly said, "Love you, bye." and hanged up the line.William was now feeling very sick. He wanted really bad to believe his darling fiancé, but he couldn't deny what he'd heard. He kept telling himself that it wasn't possible for her to cheat,. Throb. Throb. Throb. Rhythmic. Rhythmic. Throb. Throb. Dribble slops onto my twitching penis, it is already wet and frothy, it is becoming spastically erect as my brain is gently lobotomised. Head twitches. Hands still grasp and scrabble at the ring. Grasp-grasp. Throb. Throb. Scrabble-scrabble. Throb. Throb. Hands become jerky and spastic. Throb. Throb. Hands fall to sides. Brain is being cooked. Throb. Throb. Babbling turns into long, frothy gurgles. Brain cleansed of knowledge of how to make. A thumb buried in her vagina, my hand stretching between and beneath her legs, with the middle finger (already slippery from her lubrication) pushing against, rubbing, and then finally sliding into her tight anus, while my lips and tongue continued to work on her vulva, labia, clitoris. I brought her right back to her peak of excitement and heard her come again, and then again!"Ohhhh .. oh god, no more, I can't .. oh please ..." She was starting to slump now, hanging from her wrists, her legs.