We are Christians, not Satanists.’ Candice was startled by that last word. Then she saw the way Camilla was looking at the priest. No, Camilla, she ...hought, is nothing sacred to you? ‘Idols cannot speak…or see,’ he continued, his penis rising. ‘Neither can we…if we adore them. Idolatry is…a false love…that blinds us. As Shakespeare wrote…in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, ‘Love looks not…with the eyes…but with the mind.” ‘Cute, and intelligent,’ Camilla whispered. ‘Sexy in my eyes.’ She continued. He had to scavenge daily for everything. Food, water, and other supplies. All scarce in the massive desert. Then again, he'd become an expert at scavenging over the years. That thought struck him, and he realized it had been more than 7 years since he'd been exiled from Navarra. They didn't take very kindly to stealing when everything was scarce in the first place. But then, that was why he had stolen. Navarra was his birthplace, but it had never been his home. The laws there were far too. She grins as she opens her bag to hand him a bag with some of their French Fries plus a drink. He smiles when he takes them from her and starts eating his favourite food. They chat while she places the purchases she made for him on the bed, along with his school notebooks, text books, copies of class notes, and assignments for the last few days. Last is his laptop computer.Leslie has a big grin when she brings the bedside cupboard from the other bed over to set it beside him so he has one on. What a sight we must have been. A man twice my weight and 20 yrs my senior was fucking the hell out of me as my tits flew back and forth and nipples brushed the railing. I didn’t care what the man saw. It felt so good.The next thing I knew the salesman pulled out and spun me around and pushed me hard to my knees. He then said, …Open your mouth you fucking slut“. I did and he proceeded to blast a giant load of cum in my mouth and all over my face. It just kept squirting out in long full streams..