He didn’t seem to like this question much, so I didn’t follow up on it and changed the subject. However, I did find it slightly odd that it was a ...ensitive subject for him. It seemed natural to me after such a health scare to ensure his wife was financially secure in the event he got ill again and passed away. No-one can predict the future, after all.It was then a very sad day indeed, when just a few weeks ago, I had a call from Claudia to say that Charles had died from a massive heart attack. Her skin is smooth,her lips are full,her eyes are dark and large.She is skilled in giving pleasurewith her fingers and mouth,her tongue never tiring;she is devoted to me,willingly caters to my wishes and follows my orders,and she never flinches or pleads,however severe the painfrom any torments and punishmentswhich I hand out to her,for her own educationor that of others,or when my mood so directs me.Often her ministrationshave given me strong and pleasurable orgasms.Today, though,as often. She said that we should aimto be on the road by 8am as it was going to be a long day tomorrow.I said goodnight then and went upstairs. I unpacked my bags - leaving mylingerie in there - and hung my shirts and trousers up before gettingundressed and into my pyjamas. I went through to the bathroom and while Iwas washing, I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. When I'dfinished, I went back to my room and there, lying on my bed, was a prettynightie. She called out, "Did you see the nightie..?. “You like?” she asks. “Looks nice, yes? Sexy, yes?” I stare at her handiwork. My privates have been jerked bare and with the exception of the vestigial line of down at the top of my snatch, my pussy and ass are as unadorned as a newborn’s. I am beautiful but the burning irritation is exquisitely annoying to me and I rub my fingers around the smooth contours to massage away the inflammation. “Pain will go away soon,” she says reassuringly. “I help with this.” I watch as she dips two fingers.