I scream out in obvious pain but he's holding my hips as he power fucks me hard. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my screams. He's fucking me ...o hard that in no time my head is against the wall. Pain turns to pleasure slowly. My head bangs on the wall over and over again. I didn't care as I was getting exactly what I wanted. A few minutes later there's a knock at the door. Glenn stops pounding me at told me not to move. He answers the door. There's a woman standing there completely. I see her come in and wave to her to get her attention, smiling, a little nervous smile she walks over and with a great deal of timidity she says hello again and sits down. We order food, eating quietly, I break the silence, “what’s up,” as I give her hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m Bi and seeing you laying there, so beautiful, I got carried away.” “No worries, Shemeeka, all is fine” I replied. As we were getting ready to leave, she quietly asked if I would consider coming. Mikki shrieked her pleasure. Her hands ran over his body, caressing and taunting. She arched her tits into his chest, feeling the contact of his nipples with her own glowing buttons of flame. Her pussy contacted along the steaming shaft, pulsing and taunting him to deeper lust."Ohhhhh!" she cried out, feeling the violent shaking of his cock. "Ohhhhhh, come on, give it to me!"The knowledge that his lust was mounting spurred her cunt into greater erotic frenzy. She felt her juices flowing. Living and working in San Francisco for 40 of his 52 years of service, Michael was well aware of the mainstream churches views on ‘alternative lifestyles’, views never shared by Michael, and one of the main reasons that after five decades of service he was still ‘Father’ McReynolds. ‘Ah well, we all serve in our own ways,’ Michael thought, as the hot liquid filled his body with a nice warm feeling and his brain began to awaken. ‘We have been charged by the Pope to see that this package is.