Long ago, he had been the most powerful servant of a powerful Keeper. In the name of his master, he had killed…Well…He couldn't remember how many ...eople he'd killed but he'd killed a whole load of them. After all, it was not like he ever counted. That would not be classy. As a Horned Reaper, he didn't live his life moment to moment, he lived it kill to kill. For one like him life was just a constant exercise in bloodshed. Sure, he could count the good fights he'd had. After all, dead or not,. ..making my orgasm continue. Tap, Tap, Tap, “Open your window and keep your hands where I can see them!”“Oh no, holy shit,” I exclaimed under my breath. I felt Simon’s cock begin to soften as I released my hand and cracked the window for the police officer. Simon’s fingers slid out of my pussy and rested against the side of my leg. “Ma’am open the window all the way and keep your hands where I can see them!” He demanded loudly. I held the button down and felt the cool air rush in as my heart. You swam next to me and as the others did not look over at us I would stroke your body and even pulled aside your panties to push a finger into your pussy teasing you and enjoying this sense of stolen intimacy. As I did this to you would grab my cock and stroke it hardening my cock little by little and making me want you more, if that was possible. A sudden scream brought our attention to the other two on the other side of the pool and we saw John swing Kathy’s panties above his head and onto. He slowed the pace and started to work on helping each woman with her position and technique, and the class was back to normal by that time. He was glad to see everyone building confidence, even Cindy Lawder. She had been worked over by her husband so bad that she was in the hospital for two weeks. When she first started class, she would cower any time he would pick her out to demonstrate a technique.But the last couple classes she had started to show a confidence that had not been there.