We arrived at our destination and smoothly moved into position; I announced the first hymn – 'O, For a Thousand Tongues To Sing', and the service wa... well under way. There is little to say about the actual service, and I don't suppose you want a transcript of my sermon, the essence of which was that I believed that the accounts of supernatural events and miracles in the Bible had a genuine basis in fact, and that the decline in church attendance had to do with our retreat from Biblical truth.. Slipping his tongue from her willing ass, he once again worked her pussy over, making sure she was wet enough to at least try and take his massive cock. Straightening up he inched forward, holding firmly onto her hips as he did. "Are you ready, baby?" He asked as his cock first bounced against her soaked gash."Yes......oh yes........but...but take it slow, please." She moaned pushing her hot pussy back onto the huge pole, poised at the entrance. Bob moved forward slowly the monstrous. He reclosed and dropped the jam into the trash, then removed all the lunch products he saw (one small slice each of 4 to 6 meats). He offered, ‘We got sandwiches one cold cut and peanut butter and fresh strawberries.’ ‘What’s to drink?’ ‘Hot tea both normal and decaf… Beer, [name of brand name lemon-lime soft drink he saw].’ ‘The cold cuts, what cold cuts?’ ‘Uh, a slice of beef bologna, slice of ham, a slice of roast beef, two slivers of salami.’ ‘Okay, everything but the salami, because. " "What would your minister think about this?" he asked. I let out a little sob. "Or your husband? Or your k**s?" I broke down crying. I was horribly ashamed, and I was beginning to become afraid of HIM. "I--I need my job," I cried. "Kimberly," he said, "This isn't about your job. This is about your being a whore. Stand up." I glanced at him. I didn't see any hint of compassion in his face. I climbed trembling to my feet. "Tony won't be coming back from Detroit," he said, " and these tapes.