I believe. You must pray to God to save you. he said and moved between my legs. Softly I began reciting prayers as he sprinkled me with holy water ag...in. Louder. he ordered and I raised my voice a little more. Do not look at me. Concentrate on the Father. Staring at the portrait of Jesus off to my right, I felt him spread my legs and hold them wide. Feeling the cold water splash against my spread cunt, I prayed even harder as tears leaked down my cheeks. Suddenly I felt something hard pressing. An attendant came over to make sure we were actually there to get someone, okayed our choice of spots, and we went on in to the hospital. Typical. Typical hospital smell, hospital lights, hospital squeaky-shoes-on-the-floor, typical hosp ... I really don't hate hospitals, you understand, they're just not listed among my favorite places to be. We made it onto the elevator, and Krista pushed the button. "She's on three," she said as the door closed, and we felt the typical hospital elevator. She pushed me back towards my large black leather swivel chair. I sat down as the edge of the seat caught the backs of my legs. I gazed up at her breasts and allowed my eyes to wander down her body over the slight swell of her belly to the densely bushy mound of dark brown pubic hair covering her cunt. She knelt in front of me. Reaching up, she gently unfastened my belt and with infinite slowness eased my fly zip down. At her expectant look I lifted my bottom slightly from the chair and. But usually a girl picks some other guy to be her boyfriend. They don't pick me." Well they are stupid, then," she said, letting go of the loose bra cups and shrugging the garment off. "They should choose you as their boyfriend. You are obviously the best boy I have seen." Well thanks," he said, grinning. "I'm just not used to women thinking about me that way." You make me want to jack off, Ruth" I do?" He leaked some more."I have never met a boy who made me feel that way." You haven't?"She.