Nightly prayer has my destination penciled in as long as I don’t screw it up at the last minute. You should consider it. Do you have a Bible by your...bed? Can I give you one?” I held up a copy I keep in my desk, you’d be surprised at how often I use the line. “We could both be saved. You know, anything short of His Big Finale is just selling ads on the news and chat shows. Look, there are Satan’s agents now.” I pointed to a helicopter with my Bible, then had a sudden inspiration. “Care to read. Aron threw him a grateful look. Excellent. Now he felt even more of a douchebag than before. He went back to his chair.“Care to tell me about it?”Curiosity was needling him to ask. He had to ask.“About me crushing on my straight best friend?” Aron chuckled. “Are you sure?”“100%,” Carter nodded.Maybe he was blind. But a weird kind of blind, the kind that could see things, except for important stuff like his best friend crushing on him.“Well, where do I start?” Aron said slowly, as his eyes. That depends very much on how you… answer.. .this.. .question." She looked deeply into my eyes and paused for effect. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?" Of course NOT who would enjoy being sexually abused for hours on end with little hope of freedom." I said with some tears in my eyes. I could tell something was off by the way she sat up and just reached out her hand. Steph handed her the blindfold that the men tried to put on me before I arrived here."I so thought you wouldn't get that. He shot two really strong streams of cum out onto my blanket as his stomach spassmed, his body stiffened, and his stroking came to a stop. He was still squirting shots out onto my blanket as my hand wrapped around his, my other hand was now moving back up to his chest and to his throat and just under his chin. I could feel him suckling on me and his lips tighten as my hand began to stroke his hand, using it to stroke and milk his cock. I squeezed his hand, causing him to squeeze his own cock a.