The Last Supper

A month earlier I wouldn't have noticed that little note on the front page of a news website about a body found in a river. It had been three weeks since the car rented by Matheus was lifted from the bottom of the Itajaí-Açu river. The report said that residents triggered the firefighters after spotting a corpse trapped between branches on the banks of the same river, but 3 km away from where the car was found. The body was of a man in an advanced state of decomposition. After preliminary identification was discarded as being of businessman Matheus Weber the body found. They identified it as being of a police officer of the BOPE of SC who was away from duties because he was responding to an accusation of corruption. Jesus, it was Nicholas (the bastard who left me naked and alone in the hut on the banks of the Cambrian River on the Saturday my crown disappeared). According to the report the probable cause of death was drowning (according to police experts) there was no evidence of violence the IML would do the detailed examination to ascertain the cause of death The news made my heart a little tight, it was a mixture of relief and sadness. It was clear that Nicolas approached me with the interest of damaging my crown, but like me, I think he also got involved and enjoyed our moments of cuddling very much. There was a lot of chemistry between us. I had even forgiven him for abandoning me quietly on that riverbank. Once again, my guardian angel (or some guardian angel) was on duty, and I was able to remain invisible in this crazy case, not wanted by the police or the press. A week later I had my last love encounter with Paulo Henrique. Like the other times, in addition to spending pleasant hours in his company, he again made me float with so much pleasure. I did not tell him that this transaction was the exit, nor that I would travel in two days with the pretense of staying a few months out of the country. Only Yasmin and the porters of my building knew that I would give a temporary miss. I had a great desire to tell him and even fantasized that we could be together and that he would take care of me. Deep down I knew that it was only a dream, I was aware that our commitment was a business relationship. Even though it was pleasant from the first to the last minute, and each new encounter was renewed, however, it was still only a business. His tip was extremely generous on this last encounter. "Will he know that I was going to travel with my buttons?" I thought, and his man said, "If it wasn't for his spying network, it was for nothing". But he did not leave me without news, the next morning, during our coffee, he told me something very important. According to Paulo Henrique's sources, Matheus' wife and her relatives were demanding the presumed death of the businessman to be able to get their hands on the assets left by him (or what was left), because the man's son sold his 51% of the clothing he had in the region of Campinas (the woman had no right, because it was an asset acquired before marriage and the same was in partial regime of assets). The transaction was done in secret and the money transferred legally to an account outside the country. After that nobody knows where the money (millions, in this case) went. It had been a month since the man's disappearance and the search was officially ended, the vultures, that is, the relatives would have to wait 180 days for the provisional succession, while the definitive succession could take up to ten years if the man did not reappear. I think that one of the plans of my crown when he decided to disappear was not to leave all his estate at the disposal of his wife and that she also did not fully enjoy the property for years. "What a Machiavellian plan, I want to remain Matheus's friend", I said with a smile. At the end of that afternoon I finished packing my bag and packing everything for the trip, I would leave in the early morning, I would go to Guarulhos / Cumbica, I thought it would be better to leave there to reduce the chance of meeting acquaintances. Only then I thought about food, I spent the day with the breakfast I had at the quarantine house. I went to the bakery to buy something for dinner and I was also going to give a last blowjob to a cat of about 25 years old, tall, healthy, green eyes and golden hair, his name is Rodrigo. I had a crush on him from the first day I saw him behind that counter. Very top, even delicate, I seduced him with looks and mouths. He corresponded only with the charming look and attentive service, since his wife worked at the bakery box and did not bother making a closed appointment. It was common for her to flash me with her eyes at the time I was going to pay the bill. I stood at my desk, playing a game and just waiting for the chance to decorate her daughter's forehead. Her father (Rodrigo's father-in-law) was one of the owners of the bakery. I walked in and immediately realized that the girl wasn't in the box, the one who was there was the morning girl and she was my colleague. Where's the horn? She replied that she worked in the morning because she had an appointment with her mother in the afternoon. Immediately I went to Rodrigo who was at the bar counter and asked if he could deliver a meal to my apartment an hour later. But it would have to be him, or I wouldn't want it. "I promise the box will be very good", I whispered maliciously. His eyes became brighter than two lighted emeralds. He asked me what I wanted to eat. <unk> You cat <unk> I replied in a whisper so that a man who came next wouldn't hear. Then I naturally replied that I wanted a fresh rice, a filet à point, fries and a mixed salad. It was arranged that he would make the delivery. Forty-five minutes later I was in the shower, all perfumed and smoothing my legs with a cream while waiting for the cat. Shortly after, the intercom rang and I authorized the doorman to let him up. I was dressed only in a short satin robe with a loose lace and a generous neckline. I opened the door and couldn't hold back a sigh of satisfaction as I watched that deliciously muscular Greek god devour me with his green eyes. You look much better without the uniform. I made room for him to precede me towards the living room. I closed the door and accompanied him, took the packages from his hands and said that he would be back soon. I walked gently rolling towards the kitchen and I could feel his gaze on my butt as if caressing it. My butt stood out from underneath that thin and smooth fabric. When I bent the trunk to place the packages on the table, one side of my robe slid down my left shoulder and my breast was visible. I lifted my body and turned towards the door, for I noticed a bully, he was watching me three steps away. Our exchange of glances was full of desire and silent. My robe came down a little further, did not hinder it, and the lace came loose. I wore nothing else underneath, I was naked in front of him. The next "Wow" was his. I asked him if he liked what he saw. He said it was enchanting and that I was a goddess. He took two steps towards me and dropped the satin over my right shoulder leaving me naked. He hugged my waist and I passed my arms around his neck, our lips joined and I opened my mouth and offered my tongue which was sucked tenderly and passionately. I pulled his shirt up and he finished taking it off. After another warm hug and a kiss full of desire, I suggested we go to my bed. He took me in his arms and walked with me nestled on his chest and clinging to his neck. In my room he laid me gently and got rid of his shoes, pants and underwear. He knelt on the bed leaving me dominated under him and between his legs. I sobbed softly as I felt the pressure of those strong hands grabbing my breasts and massaging them with tenderness. My nipples grew in his hands and then his mouth ripped out my deepest groan as he sucked and nibbled my swollen nipples with passion. The cat slid his mouth up to my xotinha, I held up my legs folded and open so that he could settle on me and take me to delirium by penetrating his tongue into my smooth little slit... Ah! The damned one made me roll my eyes by pressing my G-spot with his "evil finger" that looked like a pinto so big and thick. When I was almost reaching climax he threatened to raise his head, desperate and uncontrollable I grabbed his hair and tied it with my legs. I forced his head and did not let his mouth loose from me. I shouted that he was going: God, how I enjoyed it. After a good whore's whimper, rubbing my cheek firmly against his face, came the relaxation, I let go of the man's head and I stood still, enjoying the sensation of a heart-stopping joke. I kept my little eyes closed in shame, because I knew that I had done a mischief by almost suffocating my partner. He got back on his knees over me, only this time between my head, he brushed his huge cock into my lips, I gagged and sucked his member. Then I let him slide deeper and deeper into my throat. He was affectionate and controlled his attacks and withdrew quickly when he offended my throat. I wanted to feel that powerful cock in my boob, he came out of the top for me to get condoms from the drawer. I put his penis on with the hood, he lay down and I went over and I sat softly on him introducing all that and enlarging my boob. I let him command the movements by holding it in my hips... Ahh! He enjoyed it quickly, but I loved to feel the trembling of his body, the pulse of his pin inside me and especially his little face of satisfaction. Minutes after exchanging the little shed full of semen for another young one, I longed for a father and mother to feel their body weighing on mine and to savor their horny kisses while I fainted from as much as he made me laugh with his vigorous strokes. The Greek god finished me, and I was finished and happy, and he laid me down on my dead side of the willow after another orgasm and a lot of spilled semen. I'm going to ask for this meal every day. "I won't even charge for the food, I just want the box", he said, and we laughed a lot. He walked away and didn't want any part of the food delivered. It's a pity it took so long for us to have a chance to enjoy each other. Early the next morning, I drove in a chartered car to the airport in Guarulhos, and a short time later I was sitting comfortably in my seat listening to the captain of the plane say: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to flight number 9669 from Guarulhos International Airport to Miami International Airport, our flight time is approximately 8:20... blah blah blah and have a good trip. End of period This is the final tale of the season, and I appreciate your love and attention. Kisses to you! In case you haven't read the "First Program" (it's the story that starts this series) It goes on to say: Bride of Lies "Rose Card" "Pause for Dating" "Sex games - night of terror" "Profession whore" "Song of Pleasures" The Beneficent Bacchanal "Encounters and Disappearances" "Training a Horse" "Madame's cupcake" is the name of the cake. "Series of the River" "Man for a night" "By your side" "Ticket to the Prize" The Legacy And it ends with this tale, "The Last Supper".