“You miss my cock in your slutty little hole that much, huh?” He growled behind me then I felt his cockhead kissing against my asshole. “I’ma ...ive it to you then.”His wide tip pushed roughly past my tight sphincter, and I hollered as my asshole lit up! At that moment, I knew swimming was gonna be difficult for the rest of the night, and the way he gripped my shoulders told me he had no plans on being gentle either.His thrusting started, at first easily paced with only half his shaft pistoning. Melissa was unable to answer. "How? asked Father O'Neil. Father Sulivan then held up one of her drawings. In it Melissa hung crucified naked from the cross, with her face drawn in anguish. Melissa understood. "I deserve to be whipped and crucified" said Melissa through her tears. "What do you want?" asked Father O'Neil. "I want to be crucified. I want to be punished, severely" answered Melissa. Both priests looked at each other, and then Father O'Neil said to the other, "So be it".They brought. Around me the night bewitched with its contrastingrange of shadow blacks and moonbeam silvers. I tilted my face to thecraggy moon, it's glory touched my bare skin like sparkles and Ilaughed again at the sudden, wild notion to strip away my clothes tostand there bathing in the magical beams.Still chuckling, shaking my head at the notion of Phil Wesley eventhinking such a thing, I went back to the box's warmth. But I stoppedjust in the moonlight, at the threshold of the dead, electric. "To the next time!" he says with a dazzling smile. Now I feel guilty at being so half-hearted with him. Waiting for me in the blazing sunlight is Marco in his lovely bright red Spider. We are to go up into the mountains where there is a village with a beautiful Byzantine church. I am learning loads about art and churches and many other essential things. For example, it is NEVER correct to drink a cappuccino after 10:30 in the morning. For the rest of the day, one drinks un caffe, an espresso.