. I hadn’t even been in the middle of an instruction, just setting up a scenario.After a few days of constantly questioning myself, I decided to foc...s my mind on something else. I decided to play with Marcie, instead.Marcie had become a great release for me—every time my sexual frustration grew to be too much, I’d just call or text her, and she’d come around and get me off. I’d cum onto her tits dozens of times, and into her mouth even more than that. But I still hadn’t managed to crack that. I'll probably teleport to the Vatican and do the same to the Pope. I have a low opinion of him, and it'll help dispel that insanely stupid demonic theory if I can appear on sanctified ground (using another insanely stupid belief to counter the first).The email the Guardian Angel had left in central DC when it delivered the W80 there had said, "If Mark Anderson's quality of life is unacceptably degraded, including by deceit, I may kill those I consider even partly responsible." There were. She sucks the entire length to the base of my cock without even a hint of gagging, slowly sucks on the way back out of her throat, gives the tip a little bit of tongue flicking and dives straight back down on it. She has an amazing ability to deep throat while continuing to flick and roll her tongue around my cock at the same time. She comes back up for some air and remembers to pay my balls some attention, licking and sucking on them in a way only she knows how. She brings herself to one more. “‘Happy now in your new home?’ she asked.“‘Yes, Mum. Very,’” I said.“She just nodded and then said, ‘Talk to Jesus like June did and you’ll find you’re even happier’, and then I was back in church and June and her husband were still holding my hands and smiling at me. He asked me whether I’d met anyone and I told them what had happened. He asked me whether I was going to do as I had been told and all I could do was just nod. He said ‘Just find somewhere quiet on your own or with June or me,.