Oh, God, Mark, where are you? Sister Louise hand slid up my thigh and started to gently caress my vulva. It felt good, and desire began to kindle in m... loins. I was helpless and my body was betraying me, craving pleasure against all reason. The guilt I had been burying, the guilt of getting wet at humiliating the sluts, and forcing them to beg for my affections, rose up from my soul, poisoning my thoughts. I was such a weak, vile person. To weak to control my lusts, to weak to stop Mark, stop. You said you wanted to get out and do something. You know I am connected to the Plaza. Pat has apartments to rent and show to tenants. Also, there is some paper work involved like the lease, etc. References checked, money collected, and deposited. Is that something you might like to do?" Do you think I would be capable of doing a good job at it?" I do. I will stay right with you until you are trained." Okay if you think I can do it." Good, call for a taxi and come over to the Johnson Realty. "That's a fuckin' boy dick!" he'd say to himself when he'd come across men on the internet talking about five and five and a half inch erections as if they were normal.In boxer briefs, Lamont's dick always felt bunched up and his lemon-sized nut sack, which housed nuts the size of plums, didn't help either. When it was hot outside, the area sweated so much. There were times he'd ride down the street with his dick and balls out of his pant and resting on his legs so they could get some air and. "I knew I kept you around for something," she said with a smile."What? To be your roadie?" I grinned back at her, her lithe body moving quickly in front of me as she walked towards the door to hold it open.The sun had set outside now, a few harsh rays still filtering through over the horizon in the sun's last gasp at the day as I lugged the speaker to my car. I opened the door for Petty and we climbed in, headed home. On the way there, some dark and looming clouds that had been building through.