" as she slowly explained while gently squeezing my raging bulge."Well, that makes sense, because I'm much, much older than you my love, and much olde... than all those boys you saw from afar. Now, be a good girl and kneel down before me and unzip my shorts and pull out my cock and hold it in your little warm, soft hand, and then move your hand up and down." I said to her, trying to hold back from moaning and grunting.She unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, as they fell to the ground. She paused. My first and last mistake. He grabbed my hand and with his other Slams a golden crest into me just under my neck. I staggered back and looked down, seeing an elegant cross burned into my skin. Not knowing what it was at first I quickly learned. He commanded me to sit on the ground and I did so. He had branded me, and from that moment on I was unable to disobey anything he said. The man looked me over again, this time actually admiring my figure. His eyes darted across my perfect face and down. There was one little cheerleader that caught my eye the first time. Truth was I was fucking her. I remembered the first time I fucked her like it was yesterday. I remembered her walking home from her cheer practice and I couldn’t help but follow her. I asked her if she needed a ride and of course she took the offer. I took a wrong turn and drove to a dangerous neighborhood. I told her to get out of my car and she had begged me to not leave her there. I dragged her out of my car by her hair and. But both of them were suffering from morning sickness, afternoon headaches, tiredness and generally incapacity to feel like sexual action. They just wanted to be cuddled. John liked cuddling them but it only served to exacerbate his horniness.There's remorse and then there's REMORSE. Reverend Gillis was suffering from remorse because he thought he might have been unethical or maybe un-ministerly in his behaviour. Lieutenant Flett was remorseful because he'd maybe bitten off more than he could.