He was a tall, spare man with thinning hair, older than Molly but not, she thought, old enough to be her father."You don't seem in the least shy about...your duties?" he asked."Sir?" was all that Molly could think of to say."The lack of underclothing," he explained."Oh. Monsignor Flavin did not say I was to wear any, sir."The visitor made no comment, but walked over to the drawers and took out the statue of the man's penis. Molly had not felt able to look closely at this, but the visitor. They gave me lots of suggestions and without their help, I'mnot sure we'd be where we are now in our relationship. Besides, it's whatI want."Emma gave me a glare as she finished, although a quick one and smiling asshe did. I stayed quiet after her response, watching nervously as shefollowed the GPS directions toward the house where the party wasscheduled. Turning down a side street, we made our way in the car. Thestreet was lined with big shade trees and houses, from the turn of thecentury.. ‘Try.’ My voice begs you. All my pride is gone. I sound desperate and I don’t care. Pathetic. Begging you to do something that will ruin our lives. And I can’t stop. ‘Try for me, please? I need you, baby!’ ‘Fuck!’ With that one word, you are mine. You push my skirt up and my panties aside. You take your cock from my hand and slide it between my lips and I whimper. I am so wet, dripping down my thighs, but still my body fights you. I am so tight, that at first push, you don’t budge. And then you. As fun was going on all around my mind i said ok. She brought 2 big glsses on beer. It wasted disguisting but wasim carried on forcing me to drink. As we finished the first glass i was really high and was acting quite stupid like laughing and talking silly. Wasim went to bring another glass of beer. As i was waiting for wasim i say him talking to a foreigner girl and he was quite engaged with her. After few mins wasim came to me and we started drinking again. Then i asked wasim wat was she.