Tell me everything." It's... I... I'm sick sir. Sick in the head. All I think about is sex. Whenever I see a good looking guy I think about having sex...with him... and when a girl in the residence comes back from a date I look at her to see if I can tell whether she's had sex or not. I'm awful." So far you don't sound awful, Daphne. You just have a healthy curiosity and maybe a few more hormones than a lot of people. But that's not a sin. Do you go out on dates yourself?"Oh no Reverend Gillis.. She gaped right into my eyes, and I adjusted her position over the bed.I applied some lubricant over my erect shaft, put on the condom, and applied lubricant mixed with saliva over the condom. I applied some saliva over her pussy. I bent to kiss her, and we kissed. She is a great kisser.I rubbed my cock head over the tight pussy clitoris. I applied more saliva inserted my finger again inside her wet pussy to check her pussy lips. I pulled out the finger, wiped it clean and dug my finger inside. Tom smiled at the thud that the unconscious man made as he landed in the wagon. John grinned back at him.This process was repeated three more times, but they didn't get the same pleasing sound as the men landed in the wagon. After the last one was loaded John climbed out into the wagon, followed by Tom. John quickly climbed into the wagon box and grabbed the man that was threatening to fall out. He jerked him back with enough force to flip him over the seat to join his friends in the back of. ‘Your coffee is ready, Mistress Summers.’ I lowered my gaze to the floor, demure and content. Anne sat down on the chair and rewarded me by caressing my cheek. I leaned into her touch and enjoyed the smell of her clean, freshly lotioned skin while she sipped her coffee. ‘It’s perfect,’ she proclaimed, ‘and I’m not just talking about the coffee.’ ‘Yes, Mistress Summers,’ I agreed, wholeheartedly. ‘Fetch me a pad of paper and a pen, Bunnie, then hop into the shower yourself.’ ‘Yes, Mistress.