As I kissed my way slowly up the bishop’s leg, my lips had just left his knee when I first felt god on my bald head. I had not yet serviced Bishop W...shington since my arrival at the CBBC and my pussy gave a little yip as I came into contact with god Washington for the first time. There is nothing more exciting for a slut in training than an encounter with god. It is the primary purpose of our existence. Being in the presence of god is a holy experience; being allowed to serve and service god. There is always a but ... Oregon possesses a good sized piece of Yellowstone caldera ... not house sized but damn big ... six hundred twenty-one miles.That was all in aid of nothing in particular.Davis suggested that the geologist take a busman’s holiday and visit me. Davis called after the fella was on the way.“Hello Karen.”“Doctor Davis ... you want something.”“I am shocked and hurt that you would even consider that I would consider such an action.”“Can it, Doc ... what’s up?”“A geologist is. A small noise on the floor above her had her widening her eyes. Now, she knew where she was! She heard that noise everyday. She was in a room somewhere in the court house. Where she had worked for the last 5 years. t Slowly standing up she struggled to remember how she had gotten there. She remembered one of the judges asking her to get a box of archived files from the basement. She remembered someone coming up behind her and grabbing her, putting a cloth over her nose and mouth. d**gged??? But. I could notice my sensual babe was getting excited by all of this, because the moaning began, followed quickly by her gyrating her hips against mine.One of the role plays we enjoyed so much, was having her be my sex slave and generally treating Anita like a slut. I told her how much it turned me on for her to be my sex slave and how she acting like a slut was so sexy. Ana just moaned and hissed in my ear: "Anything you want, Master…"As we played with each other, I whispered I wanted to try.