The doorbell rang, it was staff with food on little trays. Tiny chunks of Lobster in a sauce I found a bit rich but fine, some bits of other meat and ...alad. Jon and I ate, he spent the time looking at me mostly. I was quiet, and uncomfortable still, all this was new. ‘Want to watch a movie?’ Jon asked, as we finished with our meal. Just then, the doorbell rang and staff came and carried everything away. I had a sudden moment of realizing I was going to miss doing dishes, how is that for nuts?. Her friend wandered over to my face and started to smother my face with her bare ass. I couldn't breathe, but she smelled amazing and got me even hotter and harder.After few minutes of this, I fell forward on the bed, and maria pulled out. Her friend asked her something in spanish, and the gag came off. Her friend put her ass back in my face, only now I could eat her out. Maria flipped me onto my back and started to stroke our cocks together. I came pretty quickly. The friend jumped over. The staff including Mr. Mike Nash, were a hodge podge group of athletic gurus. One did running, one did weight lifting, one ate on a timer. No one had ever heard of chocolate. If they had, it came in the form of a chalky protein shake consumed only after a gut busting work out. I came home exhausted and relieved not to hear heavy metal pounding the polish off of my fingernails. On the drive home, I made another personal promise to find a better job. One hadn’t jumped out in front of me yet, so. James sat beside me, holding me. Father Daniel opened a bottle: “Sacrificial wine,” he said and we all laughed. “Am I the sacrifice?” I laughed. Now I was surrounded by horny men who said: “To you, Phyllis.” “To me, the sacrificial lamb,” I said and we clicked glasses and drank. I reached under Father James’ robe to examine him again. My hand seemed inadequate to the task but he was still hard and I stroked him. He stuck out his legs and pulled up his robe, letting out a huge sigh, I.