It felt a bit weird watching something that I’d filmed myself, and I began anticipating when the camera was going to zoom in, and which bits of acti...n were coming next.“God, I love this bit,” I commented, as the video progressed to the scene where Sally sucked at Matt’s cock, licking and slurping at it.“You’ve done such a great job with the camera,” said Matt. “Way better than it would have been if we’d just set it up ourselves.”Not only that, but I was starting to get turned on by it all over. “Speaking of Pope Francis, I just got done fucking him, per your instructions. He might put up a pious front and all, but not even the Pope can say no to this body when it’s naked in front of him. Especially not with you removing his and every other person’s sexual hang-ups, taboos, and inhibitions on Earth. That was pretty cool, too.“Sure, some might miss the feeling of ‘guilty pleasures,’ but on balance, you did us all a favor by extinguishing the flames of Hell in our minds, the subconscious. Melinda answered on the first ring."How is she?" she asked."She's okay," Bryant replied, "a little woozy and slightly embarrassed but nothing major. They didn't keep her at the hospital." That's good," Melinda said. There seemed to be actual relief in her voice. "Is she there with you?" It's her mother's weekend," Bryant told her. "That bitch waltzed in there like the Queen of Siam – after being completely out of contact all fucking day – and just pushed me aside to tend to Courtney. I thought. Nothing. I had nothing on but my loafers, my gold cross and my glasses.It meant I was committed to my plan, though I suppose there are some people who will say I should be just plain committed.Once I walked out the door I had nothing to cover myself with until I got home again that afternoon. What's more, I'd vowed not to dress again until - well, indefinitely, though I think in the back of my mind I'd already decided that if everything went well I'd let myself get dressed on Monday.Maybe.If.