In other words, falling short of the ideal. That definition I can handle. The ‘do this and go straight to hell, do not collect $200’ bit I can’t...buy. I simply don’t think justice outweighs love, and I think the Bible agrees with me when it says that ‘God IS love’.”“Interesting. You know this so well and yet you don’t believe.”“You aren’t the first person to notice that.”“And what we did on Friday? Did that miss the mark?”“Not by my standards. Saint Paul might have something to say about it, but. ‘We’d better save something for him to get you, dear,’ Lynn said as she fitted the ruby ear rings in your ears and the necklace around your neck. ‘What does all this cost?’ you blurted. ‘Not near enough yet,’ She grinned, you giggled, then you both laughed. She squeezed your hand. ‘Are you working on commission, Lynn?’ you teased her. She chuckled. ‘Do you really want to know?’ ‘Yes. Actually, I do.’ Then Lynn seemed like all business of a sudden. She smiled, but you could sense the cool. The cock freed to the air was uncut, and dripping precum. It was girthy and curved slightly upward and pierced. It was a curved barbell frenum piercing under his cock head with tiny, black, d6 dice as the bells of the barbells. She flicked her tongue against them and was rewarded with more precum. She quickly caught the dripping in her mouth as she sucked his head into her mouth suctioning the shaft in, inch by inch, til she was deep throated, and his cock head nudged the back of her throat, as. Murray sat back down and reached for his napkin to clean himself up but it was already soaked with the same white wine which was covering his pants. This was Breelyn's opportunity, she reached forward seductively,giving an open view of her braless cleavage while reaching her hand out and placing it on Murray's wine soaked crotch. Instantly she felt his cock stiffen under her hands, only separated by a layer of wet material.Breelyn made sure to grip her hands around his thick shaft as it grew.