"Oh science. I don't know Jimmy. Daddy doesn't approve of a lot of these new fangled ideas. 'The work of the Devil', he says." But Mrs. Simpkins, what...about computers? Surely you use them in your ministry?" I exploded, forgetting for a second my resolve to silently get through the hour."Pornography young man, just filth and works of the devil," she insisted, reddening as she spoke."I read something about 'Intelligent Design' on the web the other day ma'am," I told her, unable to resist tweaking. " Naw, not really, I own the building." You're shitting me; you 'OWN' the building?" Well I made a few good investments in technology stocks in the early eighties and got out of the market before the Silicon Valley stocks went south, so I invested a portion of it into this building." What in the hell are you doing bartending?" Well it keeps me busy and I like talking to people so it's the perfect job especially if you don't need the money. Look I'm going to get cleaned up, you make yourself at. It didn't seem to matter that he was buried in a man's ass at all.He was pummelling my ass with his large cock and I could feel the golf ball sized nuts slapping my ass-cheeks all the while tasting and loving the cum in my mouth. He was touching all the right places in my ass and soon I was ready to cum but he could sense that and pulled out and came all over me. His friend not wanting to be left out, stepped up and used me the same way. Soon I got to the same state as his friend did but. " I know you want this, and you know you want this," I said. "I'm giving you one more chance to submit as my pet teacher, this time in the safety of your home. If you really don't want to submit to me and taste my perfection, then lock your door." I moved to her ear, my hot breath encroaching inside it, "But we both know that deep down you not only want this... you need it... you crave it."Her breathing was getting heavy as I gently bit her earlobe to tug on her ear and said, "See you at.