” “ Listen, Angelo, I just want a place to write. I can't stand where I'm living. I have to get out of the house and I like telling you my storie..., but I want to know your story.” “ My story?” “ Yeah, why do you need a harem of women to seduce, fuck and get rid of?” “ I like it. That's why. It gives me pleasure and I like pleasure, but you're different. You're interesting, not like the bimbos I bring here.” “ I'm glad you think I'm different and not a bimbo,” I said, but still didn't trust. ... the.........slut........now?" Wendy couldn't help herself as she muttered meekly, "I am." "Louder baby, tell Julie exactly what you are and what you want". Shouting at the top of her voice Wendy cried, "I AM A SLUT AND I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY SLUT PUSSY TILL I CUM" and with that screamed as the biggest orgasm she had felt in years erupted deep inside her. A couple of hours later as they lay in each other's arms talking Wendy asked about the time in the toilet. Julie smiled as she said how. Reverend Deacons took him into the vestry and asked him out right; "Do you know Peggy Jones?" and having been told he did; Garth Lukes asked his own question, "Why do you ask, father?" I am investigating a series of rumours which have come to my attention of a group of youths surrounding Peggy who are choosing to go down a path of devil worship by instigating sexual practises which are less than wholesome, shall we say!" the reverend replied.Suddenly Garth realised where the conversation was. Julie got the impression she knew where the guys’ apartment was. She was glad that she’d be riding with Betty, she wanted to talk to her alone.“Look, Betty, how do we do this?” She saw Betty give her a quick quizzical glance before looking back at the road. “I mean, when we get there, do we just undress, or put on some type of strip show, or what? I don’t know how this works.”“No, nothing like that, just treat it like a normal date with a guy who you’re willing to put out for. Just follow their.