It was raining heavily outside but, despite his soaked clothes and hair, Isabella hugged her ‘uncle’ and fussed over him, imploring him to take of... his coat and dry himself by the study fire. ‘I do sincerely apologise, Isabel’, said Anton in his deep, clipped slightly accented voice. ‘I do realise that your parents are away, but I was hoping that your father may have left a letter for me.’ ‘Oh, I do not know,’ replied Isabella. ‘He said nothing about a letter. But let me look while you warm. ...until i was out with henry, my secret daddy, outside the restaurant , they had rent the whole place and the backalley was quiet , he whispered in my ear it was time for dessert before walking outhe light his cigarette, pushing me against the brick wall , my knees failing under his pressure his zipper open, my treat already up and glorious , wrapping my mouth around his tasty bbc , looking up at him smilling ''good boy, work for that dessert boy, comon like this we gotta be quiet , i dont. You said ‘good night’ and left the room.Next morning I could hear You preparing Your breakfast and could smell the fresh coffee perking. An hour or so later You came into the room, wearing the same robe, and told me that nature was taking its time but You did have some ‘fruit juice’ for me. With that You climbed up on the bed, placed Yourself over me with Your beautiful ass just inches from my face, ordered me to open my mouth and a glorious stream of Your golden nectar splashed against the. It was full of pictures of transvestites and what we now call transsexuals. I was turned on and my cock was showing it. “Do you know who gave me this and others like it?” she asked, I shook my head. “Adrian at the church. He gets ashamed sometimes of his need to dress in women’s clothing and to look at porn and most of all of having sex with men.” I was dumbfounded. Adrian was Mr holier than thou. Always having a go at people if he felt they did not take church seriously. What a hypocrite. I.