Okay, well maybe you will, especially if you read about my amazing Christmas. I went to a sex club last night. Oh no, that’s not the whole story. It...was one I knew of, one Michael promised to take me to a thousand times. Before he… well, hell, before he broke it off with me. No word, no explanation, just… gone after a, “I can’t do this anymore.” I’m too sexual to sit on the sidelines, and I can only masturbate so much at home before it gets old. So I went. Instead of waiting for someone else to. I parked my truck in the garage and quickly closed the garage door behind me. Waiting by the garage door to the house L had already set out my ?naughty? gear for me in preparation for our ?special day?. I undressed as fast as I can and once naked I began getting prepared. First I put on my T strap ball harness, snapping the strap around my scrotum and then snapping the spreader strap that separates my balls. Next is my white string bikini panties fallowed by the white thigh high stockings. . " Mrs. Jenkins, this is Mr. Todd. Could you please come to my office on the Fahey matter?" Yes sir. I'll be right there."Doris Jenkins walked into Mr. Todds' office and stood beside the chair where David was sitting. She had a manila folder in her hand."Well Mrs. Jenkins, what has David done this time?" Mr. Todd. He had pornographic photos in his backpack and was showing them to the other children. Here, look for yourself." Doris handed the folder to Mr. Todd and waited for his reaction, a smug. The video showed Pastor Sarah’s church from just a few months ago, looking in worse shape than Pastor George’s church. It also showed the army of volunteers paint the fellowship hall and professional painter bringing the sanctuary back to life. She told them that Pastor Sarah’s church now had two services on Sunday with over 500 in attendance each Service. She had talked with Pastor Sarah earlier in the day and learned that the deacons had decided to build a new church with a sanctuary that.