"I know, but I didn't hear you ask permission. I quite probably saved you from a punishment, young lady! Don't you remember what I told you about aski...g permission to cum? You would have gone right along and come without permission had I not stopped you, now wouldn't you?" he said."Yes Master," Bella said hanging her head. He was right, she was so engrossed in her own pleasure, she totally forgot his rule about asking to cum first."That's what I thought. Bella, I could have continued and let. The pastor of their church, Reverend Harris, would be conducting the funeral service on Monday morning, the 26th. This was to be preceded by a public viewing on Sunday afternoon. The church refused, quite vehemently, to accept payment for the use of their facilities, and a fund was set up to cover all other costs, a fund which collected nearly $20,000 in the first 12 hours.Now all that was left was for us to survive the next few days with our collective sanity intact.Sunday morning dawned cold. ”I don’t know where it came from, and I wasn’t proud of it, but someone inside me said, “So mission accomplished then.”Jill’s face was a strange mix between anger and contrition, contrition just about winning out by a narrow head. “I guess maybe I deserved that, at least a little.”Our conversation could have gone two ways. It could have gone the way I’d planned it this morning – a blow-by-blow post mortem of how badly Jill had behaved with Callan at the pool party and what happened this. Her back arched. Her body trembled. He seized her mouth at that moment, fast and hard, trapping her gasp in her throat. He continued the sweet torture while she was propped on her elbows with her head hanging back and crying out something senseless like, ‘Stop. Stop. No, don’t stop!’ He did stop. Now she objected. His eyes met hers, and his were laughing. Then his tongue touched her breast and ever so slowly drifted in spirals to the point of its desire, and hers. She cried out in anticipation,.