She found that doing God's work was really fun.Realize that Gren always was a good Southern Baptist lady. She grew up in a very loving home near Nashv...lle, Tennessee. Tom, her father. would always teach his girls that you do whatever a man ask. Especially if the asking is to help in the Lord's work.Gren had one time seen her daddy tell Kay, her mom, to kneel before Brother Al. Kay had done so immediately and then Tom said, "Brother Al, I would be honored if you would refresh Kay with the gift. I bought Sherry’s favorite Tequila and my Whiskey and some beer, and we were set. She came over and the night began. After we were both loosened up, we got to telling stories and the longer we went, the more we drank, the wilder the stories got. I knew I had some really crazy stories from my own past and was winning pretty handily, as her stories were fairly tame in comparison.I was starting to think it wasn’t gonna work and needed a change of tactics. We were really lit by this time and I told. He gets into a rhythm as he thrusts deep and hard again and again into you, his moans of pleasure and grunting as he pushes into you start to fill the room and I glance down to notice you starting to stiffen once again. “You like that don’t you?” you hide your face in embarrassment by burying it deeper between my legs. “I asked you a question!” my fingertips make contact with the handle of the flogger once again and you cry out quickly “No Miss!” “No? You are telling me that it doesn’t feel. "I'll bring my bag in from my car."I shook my head. "Am I that predictable?"Nadia stepped up and pressed her apron to mine. "No, Erin had mentioned it and I thought it was a good idea. We just didn't know what you would think."I pulled her to me for a quick kiss. "Like I said, I don't mind." I felt her bare skin and remembered her delectable exposure. "Where's your keys. I'll get your case."Nadia smiled, "What? Don't you want the neighbors to know what's romping about your apartment?" All I'd.