The protesters were good people. They were churchgoers, community helpers, and all around good citizens. They took time out of their busy schedules to...protest "the murder clinics" all over town. Someone would go on Mondays. Some on Tuesdays, and so on. They did take Sundays off to go to church and let God know about the good deeds they had accomplished that week. They were decent people, just trying to better this world.When I first met her, she seemed so perfect. I could hear her humming a. He was in a hurry and didn't want to do it when I got there. I said at least let me see it. So he pulled his gym shorts down so I could see it. Of course i asked if I could touch it. I started stroking him and felt him getting harder. Next thing I knew I was on my knees and his cock was in my mouth. I smeared my lipstick all over his cock. He wasn't totally hard but got hard as a rock real quick. Next thing I heard was him say he was about to cum. Right in my mouth it went. I loved it. And yes. “Would your wife wear something like this?” she asked him. He shook his head. “Never in a million years,” he said with such certainty. Sandra held it up and looked at it for a few minutes. “I am sure that it would perk him up seeing you in that” he commented. She smiled and found herself glancing down towards his groin. She could see that it was also perking him up as well. “Hmmmmm... not so sure,” she told him. “Problem is with underwear is that you can’t try it on first and see how it. This story is the last instalment of the series. Here I explored my sexuality and became the most submissive person. Thank you for all the love sent to me via email. I will try to keep up my stories and make them as erotic as possible. This part contains an extreme level of rough sex and degradation. If you are not into that genre, I would suggest you go back and read other stories on iss.Chapter 5:“alex, sarah, what the fuck?” I heard paul’s voice.He was standing at the doorsteps of alex’s.