I had dreamt about this, and my pain threshold didn’t factor into the equation. I simply gasped, as his godlike dick nuzzled my eager lips.Like a ra...dy bitch I let Adonis conquer my hole. The pain was immaterial to me. ‘Yes, fuck yes,’ I thought, as my fantasy pummelled me. Whimpering like a damsel whose dream warrior had just conquered her, I allowed him to take me to heights I had only ever imagined. I kept lifting my butt to encourage his onslaught, as I writhed in ecstasy.“Oh fuck, baby,”. ”Just then, Mr. Minsky brought back in the laptop, and set it down in front of me.“There was nothing wrong with the program, you are that good! I have ramped this up to the equivalent of a level 9, please proceed?”He ushered everyone out, and I began to play. This time the computer was taking almost two minutes to put out a move, while I usually responded in less than fifteen seconds. This quickness seemed to rattle ‘Light Blue,’ as I beat him in forty-nine moves.Mr. Minsky came back in, put. I came to you, because you're the pastor, and I also figured you'd have a better idea about what was pleasurable, having been married for 30 years."Steve cleared his throat again. Satan was definitely attempting to get him today. First with his wife, and now with this beautiful young woman. He knew he should get rid of her as quickly as possible so he could pray against temptation. He also didn't want her to see his still hard penis. He shifted his legs so as to hide it, and cringed as she. “You can go ahead and look if you like. You don’t tell anybody, and I won’t tell anybody.” He said with a devilish grin. For the next hour we looked through the magazines. Father Myers lay on his bed while I sat on the floor, Indian style and leafed through the magazines. At eleven o’clock Father Myers placed his magazines into the box, and looked down at me. “I won’t tell anyone you looked at these magazines. It will be our special secret. I know I can trust you to be my special friend. These.