.."Do you want me to get them for you while you take those off?" I heard Amy say. "Oh, don't bother, I can get them myself."I heard footsteps approach...the bedroom and then the closet door began to open. My heart was pounding as I tried to prepare an explanation of why Old Lonely the Maytag repairman was in the minister's closet with a dripping wet cock.The door opened and Amy stood there. She looked at me but said nothing, went to the wall beside me and grabbed a pair of wool pants. I breathed. He pulled out the beer bottle and replaced it with his own manhood. My little puckered asshole was screaming in pain, as he hadn’t used any lube. It was almost unbearable, but his throbbing fuck-meat felt sooo good inside me. He was so long it felt like any minute his cock would come through my intestines and out my mouth. He started to pound rythmicly into my bleeding, 17 year old asshole, and (much to my disappointment) came within minutes. He dropped a huge load of steamy spunk deep inside. “Five minutes,” she murmured. I helped her find thecuff behind her back, directing her wrist to thewaiting ringlet. She fumbled a little, but I wanted tomake sure that she was the one that clicked her fateshut. Click. Now both her hands were locked behind her.She still held the little key in the palm of her handand I could see she fought the urge to immediately tryto get it in the slot.I turned her around so she faced me and gave her aquick up and down. She looked gorgeous with her. “Just what do you want Lee?”“You of course.”“You’ve already had me twice, you perv. If Alex found out this would crush him.” Gina stated as she sat in one of the chairs opposite him.“That’s why I’m suggesting we keep quiet about our little morning fun. I’m sure that’ll be easy for you but I need a bit more persuading.” Gina stood there with a look of defeat on her face. “Also, I’ve been counting the figures and I may need to let Alex go as we’re losing money in his area.” This was a lie in fact.