She rolled on to her stomach, coughing out semen onto the ground, before getting on her knees before Lucy. Don’t submit, God, you’re stronger than...this! I prayed to her as I fought the euphoria of my own pleasure.I’m sorry Rachel, God said back to me, her eyes full of shameful lust, but it feels too good.“God,” Lucy said as she ran a hand through God’s blonde hair, “do you submit to become my slave, in mind, body and spirit?” DON’T DO IT! (Oh my god, Ron, ruin my asshole!).“I do,” God said,. He was on final approach to an isolated landing strip.Upon landing, he went back to take care of Sandra. When he dumped her out of the crate, she stirred and whispered. "Where am I? What's going on?" Nothing's going on, whore. You're just going to meet an old friend of mine. He'll be taking you to your new home. He will know what to do with an uncooperative whore like you."Jim then helped her out of the plane's door. An old gray van came rumbling out of the desert. Two rough looking Mexicans. So seven is full strength?" "Traditionally yes. You'll be wearing your mask, because you're her sponsor. Her... other sponsor took care of getting her here." By 'other sponsor' she means Bethany. She's only just learned that Margo and Bethany are also black card sisters. I know that I've got some memory of the number seven being significant for something. I'm thinking of the occult, like the seventh seal, or the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter or something. Then it hits me. I seem to. She worked her hand in-between the narrowness separating them until she reached his bulge. She caressed his length through the lycra and could feel some wetness there, which excited her even more. She found his mushroomed tip and gave it an extra squeeze, feeling him lurch, hearing him groan and gasp. She then reached down further to cup his generous sack, and trailed her fingers teasingly, slowly, expertly. Explorations continued as she reached back to crush a finger against his ass, as she.