” I replied.“Then come over here and stroke my dick.” He chuckled.I wanted to belong so badly that I didn’t think. I just slithered out of my...bed and into his. I remember reaching over and feeling his warm firm prick as I wrapped my hand around the base. Slowly I slid my hand up and as my thumb explored the tip of his mushroom head, I could feel the hot sticky pre-cum already oozing out.Neither of us said a word as I stroked his member. Before long I could hear his breath becoming shallower. . We turn through 180 degrees, passing over boring two-story homes, grey streets, a few small trees, and coming to rest on a sprawling red brick building. A simple, but oversized, steel cross mounted on the front of the building tells us that this is a church. It’s built in that particularly angular style that was popular in the late 1970s, with an empty car park infront of it. We move over a sign that confirms that it’s “ST PETER’S CHURCH”.A big caption appears, filling almost the whole. ‘You know I do! Please do it again, I’ll do anything if you do it again.’ ‘My fingers are all messy now, lick them clean for me and I’ll give you something even better!’ For the next minute I got to watch one of my favourite sights. A sexy teenage girl, so horny and desperate to cum that she’ll do anything to get her man to being her off. Amy licked and sucked her own juices from my fingers with the speed of a thirst dog lapping up water from its bowl. When I was satisfied with her work, I. “Because I was afraid,” she said, voice muffled from her face being buried in the pillow. “AFRAID OF WHAT!? Get your face outta that pillow!” I demanded. “Liking you,” she whimpered. And with that, I delivered my very first lashing. Very calm, very stern and with perfect aim… The sound of the belt cracking her well-rounded behind gave me a rush. “Wow,” I thought to myself. “This can’t be happening.” I cracked her five or six times across her bottom in all the perfect places. She barely moved.