There was a time when I felt like it was my fate to become a pastor. I had let my various vices start to run my life and instead of doing the normal t...ing and chilling the fuck out, or even the ‘rock star’ thing and embracing it to total self destruction, I decided I needed to rehabilitate myself, and religion became my new drug. Now, even though I left the drugs and booze behind, I ironically fell into the most spiritually corrupt church in the Bible belt and came face to face with more sex. “You’ve always been intense, deep, so talented. Beautiful too, Miss. Still are.”Inwardly I smiled: no one had called me ‘Miss’ for a while.“You got clean ones, sweetie?“Yeah; I knew you’d be here. And that I’d leak.”“Take the wet ones off for me, baby.”“Yes, Miss.” Her smile would have melted ice.Holding her knickers against my nose, I inhaled. “You still smell good, you know.”“Thanks …. Fuckkkkkk, Miss.” It was me suddenly twisting two fingers into her, my knuckles stretching her slick pussy. Oh fuck Oh fuck hes gonna cut my neck I thought to myself. He leaned into my ear again and said I knew youd try and run slut! Thats why I dropped my hands, to see if youd do it. Tears were flooding my face and he started kissing my ear and worked towards my lips. I help them tight together as he tried to ram his tongue into my mouth. Open your mouth he said as he put pressure on the knife. I obeyed as if I were a slave or something. It was then that he started mauling my mouth with his. He. She knew the answer. Me. Often it was evident that as some reward or sign of affection, she'd honor my fetish. She'd suddenly sit in my lap, squirm for a moment, and then run away, laughing. Once, when running from the bathroom wearing only her bra and panties, she met me (ever watchful) in the hall. Before disappearing into her room, she suddenly pointed her back side at me and bent way over. Her already brief panties almost disappeared in the cleft of her ass, and outlining the pooching bulge.