The Oak Room,Charlottesville, Virginia“This is one helluva reception, if you don’t mind a Prophet saying so,” I chuckled as I looked around me a... the banners welcoming my party to Charlottesville.“Only the best food and drink for an obvious man of God and of destiny. Other clergy have come and gone, but none have aided entire cities and even one whole county in rising from the ashes. That is no small potatoes, Reverend Clarke. Clearly, Divine Providence has brought you here to deliver us from. He felt warm and heavy. "I knew you were a fag" he stated, "get on your fucking knees". There I was holding a cock in my hand, a cock that for the first time in my life, wasn't my own. A cock to someone who looked more than twice my age, and I was rock solid. I slid to my knees, unable to resist. I wanted this. My hand began to stroke his cock, feeling it harden and become more firm, heavier. "Open wide slut" as if they were the magic words my mouth fell open, watering instantly. I got no. “Why did you do that you jackass!? You scared the holy hell out of me! You could have killed me!” At least she wasn’t wet… much. He was though, his hair was wet and soppy and hung sexily on his head, and drops of water ran down his face and neck. As he stared at her solemnly, with his big puppy eyes, she started laughing in his face. And for some reason she couldn’t stop. She felt so light, like the wind could just hit her and she’d float right away into another galaxy. He started to laugh with. A they walked out to the car Tricia gave Katie an abbreviated lesson inhow to get into a car when wearing a dress and Katie made a passable jobof the task especially for a first time. They chatted about anything andeverything on the way before parking in the car park beside the river. Abrief reminder on reversing the entry procedure and they started to walkalong the tow path with Katie's arm linked into Tricia's. Katie was soease just strolling along beside Tricia that she questioned Katie on.