My feelings for Tom wouldn’t let me go through with it. As I placed the phone down, it rang instantly. Answering I heard a male voice pleading with ...e. Hanging up, I turned and took my phone off the hook, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone. I wanted time to myself. Time to do my own thing, live life the way I should. At 20, I was way too young to be tied down. He turned up on my door a few times, flowers in hand, ‘sorry’ plastered on his face. Nothing could let me forgive him. I carried on. As theoppression of Rome seemed to be growing stronger every year, everyone hopedthat he would come soon.There had been false Messiahs, men who had claimed the title, but none hadsucceeded, or even made any difference, except making things worse. Atfirst, she had been too numb to pay any attention. What difference would itmake to someone like her? But then, one Sabbath, she had slipped into a meeting in disguise. She hadknown where the impulse had come from, but she felt called, and did. I must say he was a very handsome white man but looked to be late 30's, she must of saw a weird look on my face because she replied yes... he is about 12 years older then she was, but he was very wealthy and treated her well he was also much more mature than those she dated her own age. Later that evening I was staying alone but it was still early and light out, as I looked outside the patio I saw the black man walk up to our complex.She lived right under us, so I figured she was just going. I tasted myself on it as you slipped it into my mouth. You caressed me and filled my body with hot need. At times you would stopafter exciting me to fever pitch. "Please! Please! Please carry on!" Begging you to continue. Anotherpiece of fruit slipped into my mouth. "OK. I will, but only on the condition that you promise not to orgasmuntil I grant permission." "Yes! Yes! I promise!" Stupidly thinking I had some control leftI readily agreed, in my blindness. Your fingers were far too clever..