"Are you gay?"Damn, was my line that bad? Yeah, it was. Then I realized her question wasn't a response to my line -- she'd been gearing up to ask me t...at anyway.I supposed it was a good question, considering the indecipherable way I'd been behaving.I thought about answering "yes" for a long time. Maybe it would fix things. Then I remembered Alec from my last job. Alec had girls coming around all the time, hanging all over him, dragging him out for drinks or dinner or a chick flick. One day I. The institution also handled the finances of her business. She knew well the path down the large, carpeted oak stairway to the private elevator, down further to the safe deposit box reception desk. Both Carly and Stephen were well known to the personnel there. Yet, Stephen still had to produce his key and appropriate identification. Carly asked if her son would rather she wait outside while he went in the private room where a bank employee would shortly be delivering his box. Stephen told Carly. "I don't think my soul needs saving, but I do need my dick sucked," he said."Well, for that I'm afraid you need someone else." I replied. I glanced over to see Martin trying hard to control his urge to just kill Thomas Atwood and move on."I don't think so. See you want to open a church in my town and for that you need my permission. My permission isn't free. The price of a church for a pretty preacher lady is a blowjob." Well that's a new kind of license fee." I smiled when I said it."But I. To arouse me she started biting my dick hardly. As I could see the bite marks on my dick and balls. I was getting serious pain but the love took over it. It was awesome fun.Both the girls were totally made my dick like hell. I was scared. Then at that moment I pulled Laura over and started banging her pussy to ease my pain. I couldn’t control pain so fucking went on for another 10 mins. Smitha was smiling on it. I could see my blood spilled over my dick and her pussy. I was done. Both the girls.