I pulled the condom from my dick and twisted the end. Again I reached into my sports jacket pocket and this time pulled from it the tiny plastic food ...torage container. I dropped the condom into it and pressed on the air-tight lid. Good, now my cum was less likely to grow mold and would be fresh for weeks and weeks, and freezer-safe too, at least if the Tupperwear salespeople are to be believed. I was on my feet in a second, grabbed the condom wrapper, pulled my boxers and trousers up, zipped,. Isabelle didn't communicate to me while I did this, perhaps choosing tolet me explore my new gifts on my own. Or maybe, she was just waitingto see what I'd do if no one interfered."I wonder if I can find a specific person," I mused, faintly surprisedto feel a sense of confirmation from Isabelle.Since Isabelle seemed to think I could do it, I decided to look forJulie, the only person besides Aunt Cassandra that I even liked. Atfirst, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing and calling her. It had begun very shortly after the ‘Credo’ in the middle of mass. The whole parish had murmured the syllables they all had learned by heart and of which they understood nothing than that they were important and were supposed to express their creed. At first, there had been a red glow behind one of the small windows made of thin-scraped leather. The window was not very big and it was high up in the wall. But against the dull grey light of the winter morning, the yellowish-red was clearly. He goes to the pub every FridayExploiting the deep secrets withinThose who harbor dark fancies And your penchant has seen you sucked in.So now you’ve been tricked into handcuffsYou’ve been frog-marched out to his vanYou know you should really stop readingBut if you’re horny, I doubt that you can>>.>..>>Exploiting dark thoughts of abductionThe “recruiter” has sucked you right inYou only have yourself to blameAs you let your nightmare beginThe door to his van slides wide openTwo henchmen then.