I stood there straddling him…his cock erect. “What are you going to pay your little whore to do that?” I teased. “I will shower you with all...the blessings I have under my control…when…I lose control.” I said: “I want to be showered by the cum from your prick you dirty horny priest,” my turn to tease. We were both laughing now as I climbed on for my ride.I moved over the priest’s cock, looking into his face…he was breathing hard…I hovered above him and positioned his cock…letting the tip. He trusted me. I dint had any bad intentions about his daughter. Forgot to tell about her, her name is pooja just perfect figure which would turn all faces when passes by. Every guy must masturbate thinking of her. But I never thought of that. I don’t know why, a real sex bomb was near me and I used to use my hands to satisfy myself. She used to were shorts and tees whenever at home and her parents never bothered her on wearing revealing clothes.I used to live on first floor and they all on. She wouldn't talk, she'd either keep doing whatever she was doing and pretend like she hadn't heard him or she'd sit down and block him out. After a while he gave up. He tried asking her mother, but she'd do the same thing.Whatever had happened to his wife in Green Bay had killed a part of her. She refused to go with him or even watch games he played there. She didn't even want to go to the state of Wisconsin, or eat any of the cheese curds that he once brought back. And if he pushed she'd go. "I climbed off of the bed. His rubber-clad dick was on display, obviously bathed in his own semen. Yes, it was proof positive. I had made a gay man cum. It's a very odd and yet satisfying accomplishment for a woman of my age. I was just inordinately proud of myself."Well, Jared, I want you to know that I wasn't kidding about helping you get Tommy. Our Tommy boy has gotten a little out of hand with all this, and it's time he was taught a lesson. No offense, Jared, but he shouldn't be bringing.