She was swarthy, had an appearance of being of Mediterranean origin, with long flowing dark hair, halfway down her back, and brown eyes. Theresa stood...about 5 foot two inches in her socks, and weighed just over a hundred pounds.Theresa was a little nervous, she knew that I was very experienced, but this was her first time. I kissed her, she seemed to melt into me, I took the opportunity to lead her to my bed. I had moved into a bedsitter that dad had had built over the garage, that was before. A brief background for you before we start.After my break up 3 months ago with my girlfriend after 6 years of being in a relationship. Work is going as it is but I was very much confused about my life, not finding any happiness anywhere. Someone suggested me to seek spiritual help. So it might cleanse my mind. So I started digging into it.First of all, I don’t believe in god-imitating persons or as they are generally called ‘baba’. But I was in that stage of my life that I used to believe in. I immediately re-positioned and guided it into her butt and she squealed as I forced it in. ‘Oh Steve’ she groaned ‘Fuck my arse off’I did my best to fuck her arse off but however much I tried it stayed there at the top of her legs, held there my meat up inside her arse hole. Her reactions showed me how much she liked the rough treatment so I used both hands on her throat to throttle her as I fucked her filthy arse. Eventually she tensed up and cried out as she came but still I fucked. She went. Would he?None of them would follow instructions as beautifully as me, I was certain.Then again, he had told me to show up at 4, and to get in his line despite the embarrassment. I had done neither of those. So much for following instructions, really.At least you aren’t wearing any panties, my brain reminded me, and I couldn’t help a bark of laughter that earned me a few confused looks from the people in the queue.So I got in line behind them and counted the minutes. I was the only one left. I.