Happily I quietly eased down my pants as best I could and took my very hard cock in my palm.“Suck my cock little slave.” he told her. My wife’s... gaze went from his pulsing cock to his face. Oh no don’t say it I silently entreated her. “No.”The Master held himself in check but barely. I could actually see it. Quicker than I could follow his hand threaded through my wife’s hair and he pulled her to him. Without giving her any choice he forced his cock into her mouth and I heard her muffled. ”“My first question, I have to ask, did your parents really name you after the Grim Reaper?”I laughed at that. “No, not really! I was named Graham Wendell Reaper, after both of my grandfathers. When I was little, though, my baby brother couldn’t figure out Graham, so he called me Grim, and the name stuck. We should probably blame him.”“Why did you join the Army? Family tradition?”“Nothing like that. Other than my grandfather in Vietnam, nobody that I know of in the family has served. It’s. She pulled them off and kissed my dick through my underwear. She licked the spot where all my Precum has oozed onto. She finally pulled my underwear off and looked up at me and smiled as she lightly licked the tip of my head. I sighed and rested my head on the pillow. I looked up at her as she slid her mouth down my shaft. I moaned and gripped the sheets. She came back up and spit on my head and worked it all in with her hand. She began to pick up the pace and was sucking hard and fast. I felt. As she looked round she saw that although the room was dark, it was luxurious compared with her cell in the Convent. There was a thin carpet on the floor, instead of bare stones; a bed with a thin mattress on it was there, rather than the pallet on the hard floor, and a small prie-dieu against the wall beside the window. She even had a pillow, and two blankets.She was curious about the other door in the room, and opened it to find a small toilet with a hand basin. This was a far cry from.