But he'd been so horny when he got home from school. He'd had an afternoon date with Sandra and she'd played little miss cockteaser again. If he didn'... jerk off he'd burst. Mark was so wrapped up in his fantasy and pounding his cock as if his life depended on it, he failed to notice someone else had entered the bedroom. He heard her voice before she saw her, a sudden shock that caused his whole body to flash hot then icy cold. "My, we have grown, haven't we?" said the feminine voice from the. He slowly nuzzled her nipple, teasing her, causing her to arch into him, begging him to taste her. When he finally pulled her nipple into his mouth Marie released the lowest, most sensual moan he'd ever heard, coupled with the handful of hair she had a death grip on, he knew she was enjoying this as well. Michael began to lightly run his finger tips upon the nipple not already in his mouth. She seemed to enjoy this but he sensed she wanted something different, something more from her pleading. “No, no I’m not gay.” The bitch shouts.“Did I say you were gay…huh…huh.” I bark as I squeeze my arms tighter. “No, please Simba…please let me go, you’re breaking my fingers!” “You want the pain to stop, fess the fuck up,” I demand. “No…wait…please Simba!”“I can hear your bones cracking bitch, better fess up.”“Okay, okay I’m a fagboi!”“Now that’s better.” I snap as I release his hand. Tears are falling down his face as he massaged his hand. “I think you brought my fingers.”“I didn’t break your. Well, that bear wanted nothing to do with me and began to slap me around. So I quickly grabbed my holy water, sprinkled him and, Holy MaryMother of God, he became as gentle as a lamb. The Bishop is coming out next week to give him first communion and confirmation.'Reverend Billy Bob the Baptist spoke next. He was in a wheelchair, had one arm and both legs in casts, and had an IV drip.In his best fire-and-brimstone oratory, he exclaimed, 'WELL, brothers, you KNOW that we Baptists don't sprinkle!.