I could feel her sense of relief, not only at her orgasmic explosion but that her secret was out at last, that I'd seen her most hidden needs, but cov...ring that was a deep shame and quivering fear of what I'd think of her now that she'd revealed herself. Perhaps her pleasure had been worth it, but now it remained to be seen what I thought of her and how I'd treat her—whether I'd lost all respect for her. She opened her eyes cautiously, her chest still heaving as she gasped for breath, afraid. Upon opening the door you took several paces then reached three steps down into the room. I recalled Grace had often mentioned sleeping on this minuscule staircase as a student when she was too drunk to make it back to her bedroom. Grace's taste was immaculate.Minimalist touches of elegance were scattered throughout the apartment but I particularly loved the bathroom- it was so 'zen'- the bamboo bath mat and black marbled accessories coupled with touches of pink in the towels and prints of. ”“Live ammo?”“Yes.”“Shit.”Inside the building, Colonel Stewart watched the news on the television. Initially, the news was like any other news day. There were discussions about the tensions between the two political parties, a comment or two about misbehaving celebrities, and then the commercials came on. Colonel Stewart kept glancing at Betsy wondering if his orders were a fraud. If so, he was going to bury her in the deepest darkest prison he could find.Nearly at the end of his patience, he. He held my head with one hand and his hard cock with the other. I could finally speak but I wasn't sure if I wanted to. I just kept looking at that big head dripping with my saliva. It was being held a couple inches from my lips. I couldn't help it. "You're my cock slave? Isn't that right, cocksucker?" I should've been thinking about my wife but I just couldn't at that point. I had spent the last seven days longing for my Master's cock in my mouth. It was just inches from my lips. I had to have.