He wasn't even sure what he was, religiously. Whatever type of Christian wasn't Catholic. Sunday school, needless to say, had not been a regular part ...f his growing up. He knew little, mostly what you pick up on TV, or in movies. He knew of animal sacrifices. Kind of remembered the Jews did them, although he didn't think they did now. You'd probably have PETA bitching about them if they were.Stepping out of the Sacred Path, Tom made his way across the meadow to his camp. The sun was up, a. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t listen. He grabbed my arm and dragged me with him while muttering under his breath. We went into the basement, to his work shop. Stopping at a workbench, he bent me forward, and secured each of my wrists to the bench with a plastic tie. He then unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them and my panties to my ankles. He looked around, then picked up a wooden ruler. He raised his arm and brought the ruler down hard on my tender ass. I cried out, but. I always had a desire for make up especially lipsticks. The shine assensuous look of a freshly applied lipstick is so hot. I always wantedto look like the models on the pages of the fashion magazines. My firstmemory of dressing on my own other than the dress up sessions I use tohave was about 9 or 10. I remember sneaking into my mothers closet andlooking through her clothes and make up. I would steal my mother's nailpolish and lipsticks and run down the basement and apply the polish tomy toes. I always wanted to play with that booty.His dirty words made me more horny, I said you can do more than this. We went to a corner and I started doing a lap dance for him. I started grinding his penis and he was grunting and holding my hips tightly.We wanted to have sex at that time itself but we were shy to remove our dress and fuck each other. I told him that we should go somewhere else and settle this need right now. It was already 11pm and we wanted to go to a hotel room but everyone started.