It was simply not a formalized relationship.On their very first date they had spent hours dining in Lorenzo's apartment just off campus. He didn't own...the building but did own the apartment itself. There were several flats on three floors and he had a place on the top floor with a little view of the campus quadrangle.As they dined on a dinner Lorenzo had cooked himself he opened up and explained the main reason he had Barkley. His therapy dog was with him to help him deal with PTSD. Rather than. Worry about your sins and being healed and let others worry about theirs.”“What about accountability?” Mark asked. “Our old church had this thing called ‘accountability partners’.”“In the Orthodox Church, that is first your pastor. It’s also the role your godparents take on,” I replied. “And each other, if you’re in a relationship.”“How often are you supposed go to confession?” Alyssa asked.“I know it sounds trite, but as often as you need to. Some people go weekly; others go just once a year,. Suddenly, Jay grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head, up and back, straining my neck."Tell me what you want, faggot," Jay demanded. "Tell me what you need, whiteboy." I want your cock inside me, Jay. I need you to fuck my ass with your big black cock!" Fuck your what, faggot? Where do you want me to fuck you?" He yanked on my hair again."M-my pussy, Jay! Fuck my pussy!" I was so caught up in the lust of the moment and Jay's domineering attitude that I was practically begging him to fuck. “What?” I say, completely dazed. “Fucking beg me, you naughty little bitch.” “Please, Tom, please give me more. You’re so good. Please.” With that, you wrap a strong arm around my waist and lift me up onto the dining table. Without being asked, I open my legs wide for you, showing you my wet pussy which desperately needs you. You bend down and lick from my opening to my clit, in a slow line. It makes me shudder as I feel the slipperiness of it, so good. Your tongue finds my clit swollen and.