I had some principles. I pulled out of my goddess friend’s vagina and stood up to look at the crazy congregation as I fired off one last ejaculation...adding some English to it and the front row ducked.I didn’t want to be something of worship, like an icon, a god or some damned thing. I couldn’t believe they were so hungry for any kind of spiritual leadership. They could conjure up using something like me, a person, married, who was fucking friends, “cheating” at their homes where I was hired to. Suddenly he said how he would love to just lift up my skirt and fuck me. I laughed thinking he was joking and said, sure like we could just fuck here. He looked at me with such a devilish grin and said we could for sure…He then explained to me that downstairs, there was a standard bathroom. He told me to go slip down there and he would join me in five minutes. I was sitting there dripping wet with no panties on and thinking about that black guy dick filling my pussy. Then I quickly went down to. He walked slowly to the door and let himself in. The house was silent; his mother was probably paralytic in bed still. He went to the kitchen and got a beer out of the fridge. He decided to go and check on her. He walked up the stairs and slowly pushed the door open to his mother's room. It was dark and it took him a minute for his eyes to adjust. His mother was lying on the bed with one hand around the neck of a bottle of whiskey. It had leaked all over the bed and she was now tangled in wet. I can't tell you who it was. He is a friend of my family. He said he would tell my dad what a little whore I was, if I ever told."Eddie looked at me and motioned that it was my turn. "Let me explain something Ellie. You friend is dead because you girls wanted to be popular. Some adults took advantage of your need for approval. Getting this out in the open is your only hope for redemption. I have no idea what made you think you could keep this from your family, when half the fucking school knew.