. , “ I started to say, but was interrupted by one of the reporters on the lawn.“Excuse me for interrupting, Lisa Calderon from the Beacon, would...you say that this new religion is Christian, pagan, or something else?” a chunky brunette with lovely curls interrupted me with such surprising politeness given the inherent rudeness of it all that I strongly suspected that her true motive was to flirt with me.“New Age is closest to the best description. We want to move society beyond the usual. As she ground her clit on my pubis I could sense she was experiencing continuous small orgasms. As she sped up her motion I could sense I was not going to last much longer. Whether it was my breathing or my sighs it was obvious she could sense it too. With that, she reached between our hips; grabbed my balls and started to squeeze and massage me. It was the one time that I felt such a different kind of pleasure.I turned her over on the bed into a missionary ready position. Instead of deep. “Everyone’s welcome to join us, Father, but the pants have to go. Bottomless dress code. Come on! You’ve heard my confessions, padre. You know that you want a piece of this! And this!” Erin indicated her own ass and Miriam’s, just as examples.“Yeah, this is my place. Carl made me lady of it. When we’re in the big house, that’s Erin’s turf. I own this place in tandem with Master and Erin does the same with the family home. My place, my rules. No pants, not even for celibates. Come on, don’t you. "Roll over," she demanded. I rolled on to my tummy, feeling Tammy laynext to me, rubbing some lotion on my bottom. She pulled my pantiesdown, commenting that I wore adorable undies as well. "Thank you!"Next thing I know, I felt Tammy rubbing some KY Jelly on my ass. "Relax,girlfriend. I know what I'm doing."I wasn't going to argue. She pulled my panties all the way off and threwthem on the floor. I felt her fingers, kind of cold with the KY Jelly onthe rubbing against my boy pussy. I found it.