Horace Stoneman and his wife Dorothy were a big help during our period of grief and adjustment. The Company had a million-dollar Life Insurance policy...on all their Architects, so Kimberly and I were taken care of financially. Also, we had mortgage insurance, so the house was paid for. To keep busy, I began volunteering at the hospital.Horace continued to keep check on me and I tried to repay him by giving him blow jobs. My late hubby said I was a great cocksucker and Horace readily agreed.. Master beat me on my back and legs and ass. As he whipped me, he asked me, “how many words were in the first text you sent me after I said ‘no more discussion on this’, slut?” my mind groped for the answer, I shook my head, trying to remember, but then the words flashed in front of my eyes. He paused and removed the gag to get my answer. “Three, Sir?” I asked. “Correct,” he said, and replaced the gag. “So you are going to get three hard ones on the left, three on the right and three across. I had a sudden urge to take her underwear, and run, but I knew that wouldn't work. I snuck out of the bathroom, with my huge boner, to get my hands on some of her underwear. I had an idea. I snuck into her room, and began to search. It didn't take long to find her suitcase. I was in heaven! She had about a dozen pairs of panties and bras there! I pulled out a small yellow pair and pulled down my pants, then I paused for a second and thought "do I really want to do this?" Hell yes! I pulled. His thick, musky scent filled my nostrils and made pre cum flow from my cock. Yes, I loved his balls.I knew he wanted more, as I did and as he grunted and moaned softly, I began lapping at his hairy crack and that sensitive area between a man’s balls and asshole. He grunted in approval and I tried pushing my face into his crack, my tongue searching for his hole. He grabbed my head and pushed me back, then turned and leaned over, gripping the top of the chair. I couldn’t believe the size of his.