I whispered into his ear. "Come with me." I stood up and looked to Rich. He saw me and understood. I led Joe to the bedroom and closed the door. He sa... on the bed. I pulled my dress off over my head. I wored no panties or a bra, only my hold ups and heels, and he simply said "fuck". He quickly undid his belt and I helped him remove his trousers. I took his large cock in my mouth and he groaned. I worked his shaft and licked his balls being as attentive as I could."Get naked." I said and he. I was tempting this devout holy man with my particular brand of perversion and he was falling for it hook, line, and sinker. I have long had my suspicions that anyone who makes a conscious choice to deny their sexuality is ripe for perverse pickings so to speak. Sex is natural, human beings are supposed to have sex. Anyone who denies their sexuality, suppresses it, is setting themselves up for mental illness and sexual addiction. Duh! All these priests m*****ing c***dren is clearly because. It was my graduating year at high school and there was always something to do whether it was pulling pranks before and during school, or driving by other schools after class to harass its students. Being a big 6'2, 235lbs burly guy I naturally had a deep booming voice that seemed to echo when I began to yell. "Simone! What the hell are you doing in there?! Hurry the hell up damn it!" My hammering away at the door abruptly stopped when I heard Kara yell from down the hall, "Tony! Shut the fuck. I had just about gotten over my second divorce and I was out looking for some social contact; a few drinks, a little two-stepping, some line dances, I was not, repeat, not looking to get laid. As far as I was concerned at that point in my life a male/female relationship was anathema. My first marriage failed because I could not give my wife everything the greedy bitch wanted so she left me for someone who could. Going into my second marriage I was determined not to make the same mistake. I.