And afterwards, would I feel fulfilled? Or empty and drained? Is a moment of pleasure, or even many moments of pleasure, better than the continual ru...h of desire, combined with the knowledge that I am serving a purpose? It feels good to serve a purpose. The feeling isn’t like the rush of an orgasm. It’s much more subtle. I do want to go back to the Temple, I’ve decided. But I think I should test myself further, and see if I really want this. It’s been very hard to keep the Device on when I’ve. " a mean little laugh, "when I got home, I went straight upstairs and fucked Freya!" At the mention of her name, Freya’s teeth began to bite painfully around my manhood. Harsh laughter and footsteps moved towards the exit as someone whistled. "You’re one lucky fucking git..." and then they were gone. Freya Davidson released my prick from her mouth and stood up. When she looked at me, her clear blue eyes glinted dangerously. "I’m going to make that cocksucker pay," she announced. “Do what?”“Talk to Heather. I owe her at least that much. Plus, it’s my thing, you know.”“Um, not exactly.”“You’re not changing anything with her. I am.”“Well ... Okay, let’s say it’s that for now. What are you going to tell her?” I asked.“I don’t know, but the right thing will come out at the time, hopefully.”“I think she’ll totally understand. She even said as much in your bed. She knew it might be just a couple of nights of trying this out, and then we’d go back to how it used to be.”“I. A second later Paul jumped up and stood over me. It was quickly getting cool and his breath was coming in ragged steamy puffs. I looked up at him, his cock was hard. I could see it straining against his loose camo pants. He was maybe a foot away from me. Without a word he stepped closer until the front of his pants were just shy of pressed against my face.I looked up, we had talked about this so many times, but I knew it was my decision to take the last step. I looked down at his bulge and.