October 3The undertaker came this morning. I looked through his book and ***********ed a casket. A rather simple design of white enameled wood, lined ...ith satin. He took some measurements, and we discussed the details of the service. I told him that the wedding flowers would do for my funeral as well. I told him my wedding gown and veil to be used for my burial garments. I do want Jonathan to see me in my wedding gown, even if it is to be as I lie in my coffin. We discussed my funeral as calmly. “Yes, master.” Perhaps she was surprised to see Mahika, but I couldn’t tell. She had gotten used to surprises. “Hi, Kashish! Show Mahika how to suck a proper dick.” I said. “Of course, master,” She replied.She crawled to my crotch, undid my zip and claimed the monster-cock for her throat. Mahika was even more surprised. She couldn’t believe Kashish was sucking my dick right here, in front of her. “So? How do you find it?” I said, with my arms sprawled around the sofa as Kashish worked her. (Taken doing what?) I paid my $10 and went into the theater. It had two halves, each about 20 by 25 with lots of leather sofas and a big screen TV where straight blow jobs were showing.I immediately encountered a middle-aged, slim guy with his dick hanging out of his pants which were open at the waist to the bottom of his zipper. I gave him a quick rub and pushed him toward one of the sofas in the back of the room on the right. We started some hot kissing as I pulled my dick out for him. After. She heard a clank as he dropped the plug on the rug beside them and felt his thumbs dig into her cheeks, prying her little hole open as he pushed himself inside. She felt the head pop in and Angus grunted as her hole reflexively squeezed. With a steady effort he pulled himself into her and Sam pulled her head down on his cock to muffle her strained whimper of pain as his crotch nestled between her spread cheeks, signaling that he had finally hit bottom. She could feel his pulse as his dick.