Simply jerking myself off didn’t seem to be enough. I wanted, no, I needed to touch her. I needed to smell her. I needed to taste her. I had no ...hoice as my lonely body told me what to do and how to do it. The next morning I called Lisa over telling her I had to leave for an "emergency" and that I needed her to watch my son for a little while. When the doorbell rang I realized how sweaty my hands were and quickly wiped them off on my pants. I was very nervous and anxious. "Thanks for. It was only as the tears rolled down her cheeks and she sounded like she was going to puke all over him that he released her.“Stand up.” The order was whispered. She put a hand on the corner of the desk to help climb up.“He turned me around and pressed my face down onto the desk, Father. I couldn’t say no.” ‘I bet you couldn’t,' the priest thought. He hardly dared speak. Silently, he continued to stroke his cock. He couldn’t wank as fast as he wanted for fear she’d hear him. The slow steady. "Mr. Cook said, "Fine." then told me to take a shower. He called anattendant to help get me started.When I got out of the shower I felt great. I was surprised that theattendant had already arrived in my room. He introduced himself as Jon.I immediately noticed two things - Jon appeared to be male, but maybenot, and all my clothes and travel bags were gone from the room. Jonhelped to towel me dry and then opened a dresser draw filled withvaricolored, frilly, lacy women's under things. He picked. “Aaah, thanks, I needed that,” he said putting the glass back on the coffee table. His robe swung open. His body was lean and athletic and his small cock looked disproportionate.He said, cool as a cucumber, “do you want to suck me off.”I was shocked for a second, and I realised I needed to say something, I will never know why, but I just said ok.He laid down on the couch, his legs around me, and wiggles his hips to position himself just under my head. He didn’t say anything, just raised his.