I took a month's vacation from work to grieve and sort out our belongings. I decided to move out of our villa into a townhouse in the city. I gave her...siblings and her parents an opportunity to look through her belongings. I gave the rest to Goodwill.I put off looking through one item: her hope chest. Her family told me her grandmother had passed it along to her before going into a nursing home. It had been kept locked during our marriage and I'd always been curious as to why.I called a. He pressesfurther, and i feel the Head slide inside. Then, as with His Fingerpreviously, He slams Himself into me without any further ceremony.Under my Master's Rules, the use of condoms or lubrication is entirely atthe discretion of the Man. Mr. Ted never uses either. And, while i retaina certain tightness, i have been used enough that lubricant is only reallyneeded for thicker Dicks. Mr. Ted's slides in with a minimum of pain.While He pumps away, i repeat to myself one of the several mantras. This man might have been the biggest I’d ever had, but he wasn’t all about the cock. He knew how to please a woman in every way possible. He was like a walking, talking Sex God. So, rather than get straight to the fucking like I wanted, he led me to the bed, slowly took off my top and my bra, and began kissing and sucking on my (hard!) nipples. The thought of what we did next makes me feel like I’m gonna cum all over again!He laid me down, pulled off my little panties, and spread my legs wide.. " I said with a chuckle. "You gave me an open ended invitation ... I can stay as long as I want ... and you, are fascinating." I don't believe you ... Angels live in Heaven, and I can't be the daughter of one." She said softly."Have you never felt the powers in you? The force that turns violently deep inside? Powers that demands to be used ... to be acknowledged"Powers? ... no ... no ... I am a prostitute for God's sake," she said. "I was called to serve you by Madame because you looked rich.