Would you mind if we came with you and watch the dynamics of your relationship?’ John looks at me and Joan, we both shrug our shoulders. I decide wh...t the hell, maybe we’ll get a little strange pussy or penis out of it. The woman is young but very hot. The man is young and pretty handsome. ‘What are your names?’ The woman says, ‘My name is Alaina Joaness and this is my husband, Theodore, Sir. We’re from northern England.’ ‘Follow us, please.’ We start to walk away and they follow. John asks. She quickly tucked my tool back into place and we continued our trek through the haunted house, as if nothing had even happened.As we exited the haunted house, Donna pressed me again to identify who I was. Again, I told her that some things were best kept a secret.“So, I don’t get to know who I just pleasured?” she pressed.“Not right now,” I told her. “Besides, you’ll figure it out sooner or later.”She tossed out a few names, to include my own and I asked if she had a preference in who I needed. He was the pastor of the First Baptist Church in the small Southern town where I used to live. Or, as they're fond of saying in Southern Baptist churches, he was the "preacher." He tended his flock with an iron fist."There are the sheep, and then there are the GOATS," Brother Larry was fond of saying. He was able to twist the Scriptures to make it sound like we're in an all-out war. Not a war against hunger, or a war against poverty, or a war against oppression – rather a war against. Oh! how you love to be fucked by him. You know you are his fuck toy but you can not help but love it! If he wanted you to wear girl’s panties would you? You know you would! In fact, it might even make you feel even sexier. Anything he wanted, just as long as he gives you his cock.Oh, that big dick inside you. Forcing your ass open. Making you rock back and fourth as he moves in and out. Feeling his thrusts, hearing his grunts, and making you want nothing more than to feel his manly jizz shoot.