But this story isn't about the church, it's about me and about it's about sex and what you might discover if you dare to lift back the curtain coverin... your desires. Over the course of the next year, I came to understand that it wasn't an affair that I wanted, it was sex. Raw, uninhibited sex, the type of sex I had read about in the forbidden books. And I got it from the last person I expected.Before my crisis, John had been a sensitive but inept lover. His cock got stiff, my pussy might wet. As we sat there the conversation turned to sex and I leaned over to him and told him that I wanted to be his cum receptacle. He told me I was making him hard. He told me that after dinner I was going to follow him home. I began to get hard again knowing that I was about to be used. I couldn't wait for the check to come. I tipped the waitress hard and we walked outside. The valet grabbed my truck.I waited for the valet to get his. He pulled past me and I began to follow him home. He texted me. Over the next few minutes he alternates between her tiny hard nipples, causing her to moan and breathe deeply but nothing else. Finally he simply gives up and frowns at her. “Simon, I'm hot,” she whispers suddenly. “My legs.”“Spoiled brat,” he mutters while pulling her blankets off her legs, only to find her nightshirt ridding up over her hips. There in plain view are her pink cotton panties, outlining the small triangle that is her crotch.“That’s better,” she sighs while spreading her legs.. ” He pointed at the crossbow bolt embedded in Erzählenmann’s thigh. “And how did that happen?”I shrugged. “I have no idea. I found the scene as described after gaining entry to the room. Captain Hutton expired in my arms, thankful he had foiled a dastardly attempt on the life of our future Queen.”Callum laughed. “You are not addressing a court martial, Jack. Never mind the official version, just give me the truth.”After I related the complete, true, story Callum clapped me on the shoulder.“You.