"Cindy grabbed my hand and brought it up to her lips, kissing my knuckles. "She spoke to me. And she wants to apologize for what's she did to you." It...s a trick," I gasped. "She wants to put me in the room again!" Shh, my love. We're in the mansion. The heart of the Theocracy's power. What could your mother possibly do to you here? You're one of the Holy Sluts. Only the Living Gods wield more power than you." I am a Holy Slut," I whispered. I took a deep breath. I had witnessed the Miracle. I. She then looked up at Dalton dead in the eyes and flicked the tip of his dick with her tongue and then whisper to Dalton mmm babe you are so fucking hard and she slowly licked up the shaft of Daltons dick and then every so lightly kissed the head. if you want you can go back to class.. Rylee says as she kind of goes to get up Dalton did not want any part of class anymore the only thing he wanted to be a part of was this Blow job he was going to get. fuck class suck my dick! Dalton said. That should at least have cut the bugger down to my size.Yeah look, besides the little teenage shits who hung around the sand dunes. Sometimes there was the odd weirdo. You know, the sort who seek out places where the little children like to play hide and seek and the like; do I really have to spell out why? And of course to spy on the courting couples who came to the dunes for their own nefarious reasons.Anyway, part of my unofficial deal with the local police, was that I discouraged that kind. He quickly pulled back her chair and motioned for her to sit, winking at the waiter behind her back. The waiter nodded in response, and walked away. She sat, still somewhat disgruntled, but beginning to take the events in stride, until she reached for her napkin. As she swiped the napkin into her lap, her eyes caught the glint of some sort of shiny paper beneath it. She picked up the package, exasperated, and glared at him yet again. ‘What’s this?’ She asked suspiciously. ‘I’m not sure. Find.