I grabbed the top of the waist band on each side with my hands and pulled them down to the floor around his ankles and held them there as he stepped o...t of them. As I returned to face him, i began to lick both his inner thighs, going back and forth between them as I worked my way up. He began to moan and say things and call me noms and stuff like “That’s it whore. You Love your Black Bull Master God’s cock, don’t you?” To which I responded’Yes Master I do Love it.” His cock was so hard and huge. Sweet memories! It hadn't even been as much of a disaster, losing it, as a lot of other guys, apparently, had suffered through.And you've done pretty well, ever since. And without any funny stuff, either. No seductions of coeds in your classes. No crossing-the-line with the wives of fellow faculty members. Nothing but consensual, adult, straight-arrow stuff, and lots of it!Well. A couple of the girls had been a little exotic; kinky, even. But at least they hadn't been (a) professionals; (b). .. ?" He whispered."Yes?" She looked up at him with innocent eyes. "What would you like Scott?" Lick it." Scott finally said after a long hesitation, his voice raspy.Cleo grinned the grin of the not so innocent. Keeping her eyes locked on his her long pink tongue slide out from her wet mouth and just touched the tip of his cock, there she rapidly flicked it for a moment before asking, "Like that?" God yes." Scott hissed, fisting her hair.Wasting no more time she attacked him, her mouth. Her naked, bubbly ass peaked out of the cheap, motel sheet. Her blonde hair spread out like gold on the pillow, hiding the innocence of her face.He had plundered the girl over and over again yesterday. Her sinful body had inflamed his lusts. Her sweet name, Joy, belied how whorish she was. The priest had found her hitchhiking yesterday as he drove back to Chicago after the hunt in Albuquerque.Damien had flown home before Father Augustine, but the equipment and weapons in the back of the parish.