Now, in our greed, I tried to focus my thoughts. Could I find out more? I noticed how lust took over our desire. I didn't have much time. ‘Anja,’ I asked, ‘have you ever tasted women's flesh?’ I heard her gasp “yes”. ‘Yes, the last time was four years ago,’ she whispered. ‘How was it?’ I asked curiously, continuing to enjoy her tightness. ‘It was forbidden good. Too good, too forbidden.’ I was amazed by her answer and it made me even hornier.
‘It was here in Germany,’ Anja gasped, throwing her head back so that her pale throat was exposed. Her movements became sharper, more desperate, and she rode towards me with a ferocity that matched the flickering candlelight beneath her. "Summer. A feast. Top chef Tom Wasar... he specialised in... forbidden delicacies.‘ Her breath came in gasps between words. ’Father... he knew. Only Father knew.‘ She threw herself hard onto the floor, a stifled scream escaping her lips. ’Tom... roasted his own daughters. He... served them on silver platters."