It was an austere space. There were adozen framed photos on the walls, all of outfits similar to mine or evenstranger, most knitted but a few appeari...g to be of leather or rubber.I was left in the center of the room. It was almost time for the openingand there was a table set up, off to one side, with wine and a cheesetray. A few people showed up and waited on the sidewalk, gesticulatingtoward me and chatting. I felt absurd, in that outfit which was like acombination of baby clothes,. You reach for my pants and undo them ,sliding them down with a hand on each hip, I sway and you hold me up with a shoulder as you lift each leg. I’m naked; my curvy overweight, scarred body is naked in front of a god. And he’s looking at it like he’s going to devour me.my skin flushes and you lead me over to a futon, covered in soft blankets and pillows. As I sit you catch my chin and turn my head up to watch, my eyes trapped in yours. You step back and drop your pants. I gasp...even though. I could see that he ejaculated in four big spurts – his sperm flooding Thuy’s mouth, swilling around her teeth. When his main jolts finished Thuy knew there was plenty more semen to be milked from his still hard erection. Thuy held his cock in her mouth and massaged his balls, John sighed again – excess semen was dribbling out Thuy’s lips and down Johns shaft.“Oh yeah, keep doing that – I love it having my balls massaged after I’ve cum.” Actually, Thuy and I had found that the more she sucks me. There were obvious bite marks on them. When the doctors took off the Reverend's pants they found his cock damp and smelling of female secretions. His cock was zipped into his zipper. No one knew for sure why the matron and her husband divorced a few months after the Reverend passed away. Snicker, snicker.Angela was offered and she accepted the position of Minister when her Father died. She hired a new youth minister to fill her old position. Jerry thought the new Youth Minister looked familiar.