Wilson MacGruder, also ex-Army and ex-CIA. He was a field agent with the Central American branch and listed as killed in the line of duty five years a...go during a Colombian drug operation." Quite a coincidence, don't you think?" Quite." Well, let's hope our little assassin can tie things up for us, otherwise I'm going to have to pull it out of the congressman, and that won't go over well. On a totally different topic, I have a list I could use some help filling. Most of it is for the girls. And. "I wasn't certain if I should express my sympathy or encourage her to do what made her happy. I think I told her that,"You only live once and as long as nobody gets hurt, go for it."The conversation grew in scope and soon I had a picture of the "lover" who was close to half her age and in her words,"He is hung like a horse!"My previous picture of her sedately spreading her legs in ladylike fashion in dutiful obedience to her doting husband was replaced by a picture of her face down on the bed. This was when she gave me a slight warning.“Just tell me if I need to stop, okay?”“Okay,” I gasped.What was next?She parted my ass cheeks, and I suddenly felt something cold and hard on my virgin asshole. At first, it was a light touch, then she started pushing with growing pressure, but my rosebud was unyielding. I couldn’t relax, and I hadn’t really been prepared for this. I wasn’t there just yet. As the pressure built and gradually grew to pain, I needed it to end.“Stop. Stop, please,” I. Then you will walk another five steps before playing with yourself again. You must not stop…five steps walking without fingering yourself, five steps fingering yourself, then continue, five steps on, five steps off.“If you stop walking, you will stop playing with yourself. Do you understand all of this?”She swallowed, “Yes, Master."“Okay, let’s go.” And I gestured up the path.She took a deep, shivery breath, then started off. After five steps, she put her right hand between her legs.After five.