But the more I denied it, the more I reassured myself that wasn't thereason, the more doubt crept into my mind. Words from my first sessionwith Miss S...evens' snuck back into my mind...*"So, on the topic of sexuality - are you straight, or gay, or bi, orsomething else?" I nearly choked on my own tongue."I'm straight, obviously!" I gasped out, stifling my indignation. Howdare she ask if I was gay?"Obviously?" Miss Stevens echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry, did I misssomething in the notes - do. After several hard thrusts he finally got all the way into her and held himself there while my wife caught her breath and the pain subsided as her pussy adjusted to her new lover's length and girth.Then the big brute started riding her for all she was worth. My poor wife was helpless to stop him, and I was completely useless as I finally caught my breath and struggled to my feet. I stared in horror now at what would be both the most erotic experience of my life and also my worst nightmare. . That's what probably told me deep-down that I wasn't cut out to be a priest. Having to obey ruined it. Obedience was a vow that I had no joy in keeping."He paused, thinking about what he just said. "You know, I never realized that before," he confided. "You really helped me." I won't take credit for what was inside you all along," she said."Your turn," he reminded her."It's boring, compared to what you've just told me." C'mon, we had a deal. It's time for you to hold up your end." It's really. I took this to mean that he was uncircumcised though I had never seen one like it before. I stiffened."How 'bout it, lady?" Macho urged, taking the penis in his hand and lolling it at me. "Getting' hungry?" he grinned. "You want to be fucked, you're gonna have to work on it a little," he informed me, moving it closer."I'll bite it off, so help me," I seethed out at him through clenched teeth. Probably remembering his nose he changed expression as if he were convinced I meant it. He backed away..