Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your k**s wi...ll remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”“Neither,”. His hair was slightly graying at the temples and he had that look in his eye, you know the look. He held himself respectfully with self-assurance and intelligence, but without the arrogance and smugness. Her eyes had to be playing tricks on her. He was more than just attractive, he was gorgeous. But there was something else about the gentleman, something familiar. She was certain she had seen him somewhere before, yet her memory was ephemeral at that moment. He stood there for a minute before. He gifted me with his name and the honor of kneeling at his feet … the allowance to sleep in his arms and please him as no other could. Oh yes, there were sluts that threw themselves at his feet even when I was there because he oozed that sexuality and that mastery that so many other girls, just like me, craved in their lives. Even understanding it, I fought my own insecurities and tried to quell the little green monster that welled up within me every time a pretty slave girl crawled to him,. "Connie swiped up a small amount and sucked it off her finger. "I still think it's gross but it's ok, I guess. Maybe I will learn to like it."As my sister predicted, my cock was still as hard as ever. You could see it pulsating as it lay parallel to my stomach but not touching it. She reached out and grabbed it and gave it a few loving strokes. She asked one of the girl's to get a wet washcloth and towel and then proceeded to clean us all up while s*s continued to slowly masturbate my.