)As I waited, I was both nervous, as well as excited. But eventually the time for my first ever glory hole visitor arrived, and sure enough, they were...right on time! I had one of those front door peep hole devices in the plywood panel that had the glory hole, and as I heard the car pull up in the alley and stop, I stood up from the stool and peered though it. I saw a young guy somewhere in his maybe early to mid 20's, and as he closed the door behind him, and he turned around, I could see him. Now it was empty too. Ellen's husband had been the remaining heir of the family, when there was nothing left to inherit.Several blocks down the street was the ornate and open gate of the cemetery, which had been founded during the eighteenth century. Tombstones, mausoleums, and statues disappeared into the fog.The mausoleum that contained the body of Ellen's husband was in a hill overlooking the red brick church, built before the American Revolution. The mausoleum was also built of red brick.. It was no big deal. She just needed a prescription. She could deal with this. Despite her best efforts to hold it together, as soon as she sat down on the couch she started shaking and sobbing. The very last thing in the world she needed right now was to be carrying Paul’s bastard child. It had been a while since she started to suspect that she had made a colossal error in judgment by leaving Oliver. Part of it was the emptiness she felt without him, the other part was how wrong she’d been. His cock hung just inches from Sara's eager mouth; Sara was stunned by the depth of her need to please him.Looking up into his handsome face, Sara slowly flicked her tongue over the length of his cock as she'd done last night. She held Mark's gaze as she opened her lips to invite his cock deep into her waiting mouth. The bonds that held her arms above her head prevented almost all forward motion, and she was too close to the headboard to back up. She moaned deep in her throat as his cock.