I felt him now like a machine a huge post driving into me my body arching my eyes wide open in surprise as he plunged so deep inside me, almost liftin... me of the couch. I could do nothing but look behind me for a moment to show my heat, my passion, and my wantonness. It was not love but pure animalistic. I was the young mare being broken to the power of the stallion, my vagina clenching around his thrusting shaft my head pulled back, I was being fucked now and my shameless body was loving it. . The Voice continued, “Karol Wojtyla, you are very pleasing in my eyes. You have labored for nearly twenty years to maintain and build my Church. Unlike some senior churchmen in other denominations, you have not engaged in what Flip Wilson used to call, ‘The Church of What’s Happening Now.’ You have adhered to doctrine as you understand it to have been handed down for centuries.”The Voice paused and then continued, “However, I do have one criticism: I believe you and your colleagues have been. It was hot as hell and I turned on the AC and the room cooled down a bit. I was hungry, needed to get some food. Luckily there was a restaurant in the Hotel where I could eat. So changed my clothes, took my camera and headed to the restaurant. I finished eating and headed towards the streets and viola!!!... I see women in red, pink, green, blue!!!...my head was spinning like a spindle as I turned in my head in all directions and stared and drooled at their bums. I spotted one Bangladeshi woman,. She had never wanted to cause pain and she still didn't, did she?The train arrived, on time for a change, at Cannon Street and she embarked on the last short stage of her daily journey to work. The security guard gave her his usual cheery greeting, spontaneous and one hundred per cent genuine in her case, unlike for some of the stuffed shirts who worked there! She went into the lift lobby, getting into Lift No 4 with a handful of others, including Madge.Arriving at the eighth floor she made her.