The decadent emissary pushed Charity's face down to his cock and explored the inside of her saliva filled opening with his semi-flaccid shaft. She was...not stressed because of his inability to muster a rock-hard stand like the young slave-boys of the harem. Sensing his acceptance of her inquisitive fingers in the sensitive rim of his puckered bottom, she began to push inside with impudent familiarity.Soon the aging minister was bellowing out his appreciation for her efforts. Charity was gleeful. Taxes weren’t too high, and the money she earned working in a large chain department store would more than cover Betsey’s living expenses. She re-read the cruel note her husband had left, as if trying to convince herself it was real. ‘What…what does he mean there are women who want what he has to offer?’ she mused. ‘How…how does he…does he know?’ Although she was near tears, Betsey made herself coffee, then she took a shower and got dressed. She wished she didn’t have to go to work today, but. However, I could not do anything about it other than think of it and jerk off.It was the day of a puja and some of the neighbours had invited people over.I and my family were invited to a few houses. So we decided to split up and each of us went to a different house. I went to my favorite aunt’s house.Her house was at the farthest end of the lane and in an empty spot compared to the other houses. They had only a few people invited and I was one of the few people attending.The aunty as usual was. Compliments me. I get embarrassed and more nervous. I sip my drink slowly. He re-calls our last message about my sissy behaviour and how iv never done it with a man before. I explain I'm inexperienced but curious. Man laughs. Man tells me it's all okay and is very kind. I start to drink more.He asks if I do verious types of d**gs. I reply with some named. He offered a white substance and teaches me how to take it. I drink more till its finished and took what looked to be lines with inhaling it.