“Do you love me?” I asked.“That was the chairman of the Synod,” Johan continued. “He received serious complaints about your Sunday sermons. ...e called it heresy.”“Why did you marry me?”“The church is going to officially charge you with blasphemy.” Johan stood up and walked around his desk to look out the window, his back to me. “Your mother also called. She does not blame me for your outburst but wants me to talk some sense into you.”“Do you still find me desirable?” I had to know if my love and. ”“You are the best. Hurry back Daddy.”Dinner in bed was a nice surprise, but I wanted to know why Randy deliberately forgot to wear a condom. Did he not think It was a good idea? Does he not really listen to me? Am I overthinking this? I’m such a drama queen. I have no idea how he puts up with me. “That was delicious. Thanks!”“You’re welcome. Anything for my princess.”“Anything, huh?”“Mhm.”“Answer me this question. You didn’t forget about the condom. Why did you lie?”“How do you know that I’m. I reached behind me, and undid my bra, shrugged off the straps, then folded the garment neatly, placing it on top of my other clothes. I slipped my panties down to the pavement, and stepped out of them. I folded them, too, although I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe because Mistress always demanded neatness, perfection.I took the envelope with the note, placed it on top of the pile of clothes on the bench by the Canal, then put my handbag on top of that to keep it from blowing away. I hoped that. Sam had stretched her to her limits and beyond. Thankfully John hadn't wanted to fuck for nearly a week afterward.A tingle diffused through her body. Her clit pulsed. Her anus convulsed as she recalled how Sam had impaled her with his enormous cock. Shame and lust fought for prominence in her mind. She unsuccessfully tried to at once force that shameful incident from her mind and relish the moment when she realized that it was not John but Sam who had her coming like a school girl. That it was.