"I was gonna let you get some practice with this rig, but after last night I figure you don't need any."I was terribly nervous all the way to town, an..., to make it worse, my uncle disappeared somewhere while I took my driving test. Still, I knew I'd pass. For weeks I'd memorized every possible question and the correct answers. After the policeman was satisfied I could handle the old truck well enough to be safe, it was over. For a few minutes I sat waiting for Nat to come back before I realized. "Father Joseph slowly sipped his coffee, "May I ask why Martin?"Martin sighed, "She became a prostitute. I no longer want anything more to do with her." Prostitution is something God can forgive," Father Joseph said, "Christ can pardon her if she makes a sincere confession and does her penance."Martin was becoming agitated, "No offense Father, because I am a God fearing man same as the next, but I don't care if Christ or God can forgive her. I know we aren't supposed to judge others, but I. There was also a huge building behind the stage to change costumes and to keep things. Only a few rooms were used during rehearsal and nobody bothered about the other rooms. Most rooms were locked but there was one room in the back that was open with a working latch on the inside. I cleaned the room a bit and found some old thick blankets (which were used as a replacement for carpets). I figured that by folding the blanket, they act as a comfy bed and I managed to smuggle in a clean bedsheet. You’ll make it harder on both of us.”“My hand’s cramping up. I want to be done.”“And I want to be the one to do you. Are you suggesting something else?”Ian bit his tongue and went back to Silas’s member with his hand.“That’s what I thought. Use some spit, the friction is starting to hurt. You’ll never get me off like that.”Ian obeyed and began to stroke him again. He closed his eyes like he could pretend himself away.Silas slowly began to hiss and moan and claw at his own thighs, his hips.