Quietly crying, however, was definitely on the menu.That was when I realized what the problem really was. Even though he had a loving family, mom, and...dad, brother and sisters, ranch hands, and animals galore, he had no friends. When Shadow showed up, here was a warm, friendly, and cuddly buddy. Willing to jump and run and roll around in the hay.It damn near broke my heart, and I blamed myself. I could have stopped this at the very beginning. Calling Shadow out and stopping the playtime. But. All I could hope for was her mercy tonight and that I could perform up to her standards. "After 2 months without cumming, I knew you would suck cock for me, just to be able to cum. I knew you manliness would lose out to your libido and your full and aching testicles. You were always meant to be your Mistress's emasculated cum dump, and now I can share you with friends."My tiny cock was straining to break through my metal cage as she patted me on my ass, encouraging my manhood to leave my body. By the third or fourth kiss, one might detect that she was actually arching her hips upwards to facilitate contact with his lips. She had totally given herself over to this new sensation, when the man began to trace, with his finger, those moist vaginal lips themselves – through her panties for their entire length. She was finding it impossible to lie still as he rubbed her intimately, the pressure on her clitoris now fully overwhelming. Allow me to make a few adjustments here, the man. Middle aged, brown eyes, hair almost completely turned from black to grey, lean but a small paunch. Straight and married. A mentor of Alfred’s. His wife is Rachel, a tall woman with blond hair, clear blue eyes, tanned and fit, who usually dresses well and looks gorgeous. REVEREND MIRIAM HALI Vicar of St. Will’s. A thin, Nigerian woman just turned forty. Raised her son as a single mother after becoming pregnant by an Irish priest in Nigeria. An admirer of Vicar Alfred’s, whom she trusts a great.