This would be my starting point for future practice. I still had a ways to go! Over the next week, I practiced with my dildo trainer a few times every...night. I wanted to show my Master some serious improvement. I read "how-to" articles on the Internet on deepthroating techniques and tried them out. Like anything else in the 'Net, some of them worked, but many of them did not. The week went by agonizingly slowly. I was treated twice more to phone calls from Master, both of which got me totally. From the parts Kyle had read it was enlightening and it would be of a high value, but only to military historians and strategists. It wasn’t the kind of thing someone would have wanted to steal, and, unless you were a civil war officer, it really had nothing controversial in it. Kyle asks himself, What else is here?Checking the caller id memory on the telephone Kyle finds the last call was from his cell three days earlier. Instead of an answering machine Jonas had a service through the phone. He looked about my age, early-twenties, with dark eyes and a rough dusting of beard. “What you want?” he asked, hoarsely, as if his grief caught in his throat. “I heard you, I… I don’t know, I guess I was just concerned.” He turned back to the grave and I crept up behind him to look at it. Marie Louise Emmett, dead just two weeks, lay beneath the soil by his knees. “You wife?” I asked crouching beside him. “My sister,” he said. “My little sister.” I looked at the dates again and realised the. But there was never any tenderness, never any reciprocation – I was just supposed to fuck her and she just laid there and enjoyed it. If I suggested I would like a little oral after eating her out to six orgasms she would say she would never do that – it was disgusting. Hell, she didn't even want to get on top and do the work. ***The next day was Saturday and Karyn went off to see her mother. She wouldn't be back until the next day. That afternoon I saw Jim outside on his driveway and asked him.