..to beg Him...to explain how sorry i was, but He was not done with me.? I thought once he started kneading my breasts and tickling my nipples that i ...as about to be released, that He'd forgiven me, how wrong i was.? He made me lean forward, my poor abused clit being ground into the board,?the tiger balm feeling like a branding iron against my exposed clit, then he snapped on the clover clamps onto my nipples, my world swirled slightly as a new dimension of pain was added, instinctively pulling. I had opened up the ‘Y’ incision the coroner had put in her chest and removed the visceral bag they had returned to her chest.I had filled the plastic bag with a special mixture of embalming fluids designed to completely protect the contents. I was in the process of sewing her back up when Mr. DiTucci’s delivery arrived. He tossed her modesty cloth on the floor and bent over her crotch. He looked up at me and took a big bite out of her vulva. He walked out of my work room, chewing. I didn’t. Finally, Sue held James now softening penis and with a tight squeeze and pull, milked the last of the white liquid onto her tongue which tasted more animal and more pure than any man she had ever savored. She kissed James mouth deeply and added the taste of his warm saliva to the mix of flavors on her palate.Finally, after giving each other a hug of genuine affection, they moved to the bedroom for a well deserved nap.After a few hours of rest, Sue awoke and went to the bathroom to pee and clean. Their marriages are, that is). I don't care if they fuck their wives in between the times they come to my glory hole! I'm perfectly fine with that! My 'hobby' isn't about collecting a string of broken marriages, but a series of nice blow jobs, with a nice load of cum accompanying each one of them! That's it. Period! There's a world of difference between some guy loving his wife, and me giving him a blow job. But a lot of married guys seem to conflate these two, and therefore, they are.