I need to make some boots.”“I was considering burning him alive ... or feeding him to some sharks a bit at a time.”“Well ... that is okay then.... Still, it might do Gracie good to see ... I understand he is fat, I wonder if that can be used in some way to make a fire last longer?”“I will keep that in mind, Mother.”Marta had already arranged things, when Gracie woke up and was ready to eat she would buzz the kitchen, then wait until I was someplace else and she got buzzed back. Marta wanted to. She could feel the thick white liquid fill her up tight bloody cunt. She looked down as her body calmed down from that explosion she experienced. She felt her fathers penis slip out of her with a little loud pop noise. As his meat left her hole she could feel the liquid run out of her and down her tight ass crack mixing with the already blood that laid there. Her father slumped next to her and took her in his arms pulling her onto his lap. "goood girl you made your father very happy" he grunted. This time as his foot came toward me, I saw that he’d taken the sock off. I do not have, and never have had, a ‘foot fetish’ but I do pay a lot of attention to a man’s hands (and his feet) more generally. Guys with ugly hands, bitten back nails, peeling skin, warts, etc, are a massive turn off for me. Feet aren’t so dissimilar. ‘Gnarled’ feet/nails are a massive turn off.Thankfully – his foot looked perfectly decent. Smooth, nails nicely cut and short, a wisp of blonde hair on the top of the. I couldn’t serve my Master, my husband, if I were dead.With a mighty leap, I soared across the street. The air hissed past me. I almost felt like a hawk soaring through the sky. My arc carried me up over the top of a three story building, landing upon its peaked roof. I hit the slate tiles and landed with a soundless impact. I darted for the chimney, pressing my body behind it.A moment later, I heard the buzz of the insects burst out of the temple. I held myself still. I didn’t have to worry.