Mrs. Beck was wearing his favorite outfit. Once a month he expected to see the gray slacks that clung to her firm ass, and dipped a little too deep, s...parating her cheeks. A buzzing in his balls turned quickly to a fire in his groin. He chanced rubbing the length of the cock expanding down his pants leg. Mrs. Beck reached back and grabbed the edge of her desk. Her feet pushed out until her rump rested on the desk. She crossed one foot over the other. Her shoulders pulled back, heaving her chest. As God lickedmy crotch, I felt my body change again. His omnipotent tongue begansinking deeper and deeper in my body, carefully shaping artistic foldsand crevices. God's tongue made me open like a flower."This, too, is part of My plan," God said to my unspoken question. "Youare still in My image." God spread His own legs, revealing a cunt likemy own."And yet," whispered the voice of God from the opposite direction. "Theprimordial balance is maintained." I turned my head, and God was theretoo,. His dick rose in acclamation. Dick was enjoying this sensuous behavior that appeared to have frozen in time, and decided cinema security guys were not rushing towards them, torches fixed on Ida the dark-haired sex maniac in black fishnet stockings (Dick hadn’t been able to determine when they met whether her fishnets were black or navy blue and it’s not something you ask a woman who had threatened to divide your head with a meat cleaver). He tentatively placed a hand on her thigh, his fingers. “Your mother says that she told you about our occasionally playing with other couples; or with just one of them if the spouse is unable to attend. I always love it when another girl can share our bed.”“Yes, Father,” was all that Faith said. She had her eyes cast down to try to avoid making eye contact.“I’m looking forward to having you share our bed. You’ll be our first slavegirl. Well, you’ll be my first slavegirl. I know your mother has enjoyed some, including you, in the past.”“Yes, Father,”.