I didn’t want to lose one single drop, and I was licking as fast as possible.After a moment, you moved your hand away and I started to lick your ass...ole, which was always still wet from before. I poke and licked my tongue around and slightly inwards in your ass and I felt your whole body shutter and shake and your ass clench under my tongue.You again looked back at me and saw my face and tongue buried in your ass and pussy. You were breathing harder, faster and sweating. Your face was red. It was interesting seeing the manly gleam come into Wong's eyes at that, and to note how he stood straighter and with more confidence. He had just been promoted from 'slave, drover' to 'slave, bodyguard'. Of course he knew that if John was already aware of and facing the harm, it was to Wong to watch his back, not try to usurp his fight.Wong started training John, as well, in the deportment of a man of means, eastern style. He accepted the material that Zithrusa had painstakingly spun and woven. Late Friday afternoon I drove to the hospital and looked through the autopsy report and it fueled my anger even more. Had there been a doctor on site when Sara was moved she probably would have made it. But there was no way she could have made it when the piece of metal was forced away from her stomach. She had bled to death while on the way to the hospital. What a waste of life. But I still could not cry.What really shocked me Friday evening was a letter that invited me - as Sara's husband -. The extra padding between my legs felt a littleodd, but being able to wake up to a dry bed more than make up for that.Aunt Joan was still in front of the computer when I came out to thebedroom. Her arm was around Cori, who was standing beside her mom. AuntJoan was speaking to her daughter in a low voice when she turned to me andwaved. "There you go, Bobby. We were starting to wonder when you werecoming out. You can put the panties in the hamper by the door."Even though I should have known it.