Now get out before I have you thrown out!”“Kyle,” soothes Kathleen, “calm down. I know you don’t want his money or his control, but if you h...ve him thrown out you’ll dishonor the memory of Jonas.”A chastened Kyle nods. He turns to the policeman and asks, “Has anyone notified Jonas’ attorney or made funeral arrangements?”The policeman frowns as he answers, “We didn’t know who would be the executor, so the body’s still at the morgue.”“OK, we’ll wait for your sergeant. When he arrives I’ll open. Memories of the things we had done as teenagers came flooding into my mind. I didn’t know if I was happy to see him or not, and it took me a few seconds to respond to him.I finally reached to shake his hand and said, “Oh my goodness, it is you, Mike. How have you been? Are you here with your wife?”Mike shook my hand and then he showed that he's his old, crass self when he said, “I’ve been fine I guess, and I divorced my third wife a couple of months ago. That’s why I was happy to see you. I can hear your breathing/panting increase.I command “Do NOT cum” You whimper. I stop, but leave my fingers inside you. “Don’t cum, until your told.” My fingers are busily working on your G-spot, kneading that rough spot just inside your hole. With glazed eyes, you look at me, and say “please let me cum. I need to cum”.I reach up with my free hand and knead your left tit. I roll your nipple hard between my fingers. You moan at the new sensations, then bite down on your lower lip, and I feel. ” “Is that understood?” As I nodded in agreement, she reached up and slipped a blindfold over my head. It fitted snugly but not to tight. Not being able to see was very scary and my sense of smell and touch was magnified to compensate. I felt two pairs of hands removing my shirt and then guiding me towards the desk. I was gently pushed down on the hard wooden surface. It had been covered with a silk sheet that must have come from the leather satchel. The touch of the hard wood under.