Her Master was back. Back in her house. Back in herbed. Back inside her body. Back to order her life. & as he came deep insideher, as he thrust one fi...al gloriously deep time along the length of her analcanal, as his cock shuddered & his cum shot forth to fill her, her ownorgasm exploded through her.Theycollapsed together. Lay entwined together. His breath heavy on her cheek. Her'slaboured beneath her gag.Eventuallyhe pulled himself out of her. Opened the draw of the cabinet next to her. Only, she was still wearing her bra and panties and with her never having sex with any man but her husband, I seriously doubted that she’d suck my cock. Besides, remembering this was her first time, I didn’t want to rush her by pressuring her to remove her underwear and/or to blow me. Instead I watched her unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip my pants. I watched her manicured fingers pull my pants down. I kicked off my shoes and removed my pants from around my ankles. Standing before her in my briefs. Pointing to Alex he asked, "You're the brother aren't you?" Realizing he was not being precise, he elaborated, "You're the brother of the man that died in the accident I mean. Craig Morton, God rest his soul."There was something very strange about his manner."I'm his brother, yes," Alex answered cautiously. He too picked up on the strange vibe coming from the bus driver.Arnie returned to the matter at hand, "I know this has been hard on everyone," he was a slow deliberate speaker, "and no one. I was a partner at a boutique web development agency in Austin, Texas. Our firm had been growing by leaps and bounds over our first four years of operation. I was living large and loving it. It seemed that everything we touched turned to gold and I was on the brink of significant wealth. I was married to a beautiful wife, with two incredible kids, a dog, two BMWs, a large house overlooking Lake Travis and a salary in the high six figures.I was living in a bubble.It was the annual Christmas and.