I wanted the world to think I was not the tiniest bit divine. I was merely the luckiest of the twenty four names on Jonathon's list. I'd made that har...er for myself by the crap I'd written about God being interested in my advanced soul, but claiming that had been irresistible as it would let me get away with all sorts of bullshit while being able to float above any criticism for any of my behaviors. Given that most of the things I enjoy doing are disapproved of by the all-too-easily morally. "You will enjoy this. Scream, and you will be cut. Understood?" She nodded, terrified.The man started to undo his jeans, she heard the metallic clang of his belt buckle and the rasp of his zipper. She couldn't see well, but soon she felt the velvety hot tip of his cock near her lips. As first she jerked back, but with a low growl the man grabbed her hair and pulled her in. It was clear she either gave him a blow job or he would hurt her. So she opened her mouth, and slowly took his warm cock. If all i wanted was a bj, she would oblige, if I wanted to share her with another man, she would say yes sir. She obviously got mad at me and hung up! See, she wasn't a whore and she didn't go around fucking or sucking everyone! She let me know this fact multiple times. She's a very in control person and was very hurt that I would suggest this. She called me a few times to yell at me and let me know I had hurt her feelings suggesting this! I started to think I was in trouble. But I couldn't. She didn't even react when Francine advised that it might be another late night that would require me to stay over, but I did when I heard, feeling an immediate and wild flush run through me. This time, however, as I was scrambling around getting myself ready in the brief time I had after College, I decided not to take the risk of taking the sexy dress with me, after all, I had to acknowledge that this might actually be another straight forward baby sitting exercise, and Jeremy wouldn't get.