This all-importantprophecy doesn't have much more basis in fact than all their praying has.I'm in real trouble now.* I found it impossible to dismiss ...t out ofhand, though. This praying group was surely not naive, as I had firstthought they were, nor were they given to superstition. They were wise,even canny in their dealings with Moranna. They accepted the risk ofresistance and remained a hearty, good-humored lot even under their greatoppression. Maybe there was something to their strange. I stood under the shower head and let the water run over me. I rubbed myself down my shaft back and forth, switching from high to low speeds. With my other hand I stroked my ballsack roughly, making me groan a little with pleasure. I rubbed my finger along the head of my dick and back down, I bit my lip and masked my moan as a cough as I ejaculated all over the shower floor. I rubbed it away with the water and got out, drying myself with a towel. I was late to school, again, but the office. I decided that two could play her gamethough, and just when I thought she was about to climax I pulled my tongueout and leaned up. Quinn looked up at me, and for a moment I noticed ahint of anger, then she changed and smiled at me. Without saying a word,we both knew what was about to happen. I got closer to Quinn, and shewrapped her arms around me. I positioned my rock hard cock on her moistlips and began to push. Quinn was so tight, tighter than I expected her to be. I pulled backand. Anna hears me ask the blonde what she wants to do, and is a little confused by the answer. "I want to provide you with a special meal by riding the spit for you." "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" "Please help me ride the spit for you, so you can enjoy the special meal I will provide." Anna watches as Tom helps the young woman up onto a long, stainless steel table, telling her that this is her final chance to change her mind. "Please give me the spit!" Anna is amazed that the.