Max's own father had helped you with realizing your true potential as a woman as your slutmaker. He had presented you to Max at the Spring Female pres...ntation feast shortly after his mentorship of you where finished. The charming and brilliant twenty year old had become so infatuated with you that he started to court you immediately and he proposed to you that summer, you had of course said yes. You felt so beautiful that day, dressed in you traditional white satin open-bra, crotchless. He scratched at his beard. Now that he was down from the mountain and had fulfilled his obligation to come to the monastery for services, he was anxious to shave.“It has a purpose,” Brother El said. “You are a man of faith, Brother John. Your faith is being challenged at every turning. You are seeing bits of religion that predates your Christianity—even predating Moses. What I have found is that doctrine is a fleeting and temporary truth. What may be true for one community at one time does not. Even though she wasn’t exactly my type... I consider her a good friend. And hey, they do need loving too.As for Megan, I liked her. I wanted her. She was pretty. She was talented. She had one of the best voices in choir when I was in high school. I wanted to be her man, the shoulder to cry on. We were friends that year. She happened to quit choir under fire and I hated it. Right before I graduated, she gave me her number. I used it once. To this day, I wonder where she is.Tami has a husband and. “Fuck me.” It didn’t take him long to pick me up and put me on the kitchen counter. He pulled down my shirt started sucking my hard nipples. “Oh Daddy.” I spoke biting my lip. His right hand went straight to my pussy and his left went to my other breast. After a couple minutes my opened both of my legs and started to lick my awaiting clit. I gasped and started to rock back and forth. “Oh yes.” I spoke rubbing both of my tit’s. “Oh my god please…I don’t want to wait anymore, stuff you cock into.