I am a man with a rational turn of mind and so I have little interest in the fairy tales of supreme beings and everlasting life with which some consol... themselves. I admire the moral codes that some of the great religions have developed (and despair at their inadequacy in persuading their followers to embrace them) but have never found cause to join in their acts of assembly or rituals. Giacomo Baptista, however, was a representative of a religious order most oppressive in its attitudes to the. "Now spread those cute little cheeks and show me your virgin hole," she commanded. "Very nice. You are making my cock so fucking horny to stretch that tight little button."How the fuck was I going to take that big dildo in my ass? This girl wasn't just playing, she intended to violate my butt and enjoy herself in the process."Put your hands behind your back, Timmy," she instructed. She cuffed my hand behind me, then put the choker around my neck and attached the leash."Are you my little. After some nonsense and objection, and a good deal of persuasion, she at last consented. She sat down on the sofa, and raised her silk dress onto her lap, so that she showed the lace edge of some white affairs just down to the knees which were beautifully small. Then came, gracefully leaning inwards, her two well-rounded legs with their snowy stockings narrowing to the closely-fitting boots which clasped tightly the elegant instep of the most exquisitely small foot.What a lovely object a. That’s when I heard the knocking on the front door. I stood up and caught a reflection of myself—dress hiked up and panties around my knees and panicked. Who was at the door? I wondered. I wasn’t expecting anyone—not yet. I scrubbed my fingers and smoothed my dress down. I kicked the panties off as I strode to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Officer Simeon through the fisheye. I undid the deadbolt and opened the door. “Officer Simeon? Is Matt with you?” I asked. “Matty asked me.