" I know this is all true. Yet the effort of not using the power is getting to be more than I can bear. I can feel the power inside me: tempting me, e...oding my willpower, wearing away at my moral convictions."He sat down heavily. "It's like acid," he said softly. "An acid of the mind. It eats away at my humanity, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak out, and my soul will be indelibly stained."He wound down, looking at Monica expectantly, hoping for understanding. She. You’ll be at the club tonight. Shower and freshen up. Be ready to go in two hours.”He then nodded his head at the door, signaling her to leave. She obeyed.+-+-+Angel had been working for a few hours at the club. She sat behind the stage in one of the few chairs. She looked around at the ever familiar sight of about ten to twelve girls applying make-up, reapplying, dressing, undressing, pulling wads of money from the crevices of their bodies, massaging aching feet and metal burns from the. As we began kissing again, I carefully moved one of my hands to the front of her panties and another to her leg. She did the same to me, ever so carefully cupping my balls through the boxers.She began to rub my balls gently, and her other hand moved to my shaft. I made a soft gasp, as I had never felt like this before. Of course other girls had touched my dick, but I had not ever felt as strongly about those girls as I did about Tonianne. This was more than just fucking around now. This was. I had never been less than fully dressed in front of anybody but my mother in my entire life. The steam quickly soaked my bra and panties, leaving them clinging to me uncomfortably. When the acolytes removed them from me, I found myself horribly self-conscious about my body. I felt every little flaw magnified because there were other people there to see them.Sister Anya walked around me slowly, with an appraising look on her face and I withered beneath her stare. I tried to cover myself with my.