Celibacy as an androgynous callI suspect that people called to a celibate vocation effectively embrace an androgynous identity. This is not something ...hey have consciously chosen; more likely it is something that happens in the internal spiritual realm evoking a particular calling or vocation. Were such people always disposed to this calling - already marked out at birth as several ancient cultures claim? I feel unable to offer a meaningful response to this question. Whatever the preconditions. She whispering in his ear, “You are quite a dish as well, Mr. Long. Mmmmm…I need to play with your big monster & since you can’t stop me anyway…”Wanda produced a small, blade from her gown. “Stay very still, Mr. Long” she ordered, “You don’t want me to cut the wrong thing off of you” With a slit & yank, Agent Long was completely naked. Both Agent 96 and Wicked Wanda stared in awe as his incredible cock bobbed & swayed to its new freedom before them. Squatting down again & holding him gently in. Spray once more, this time on the other lip, the right, then the wipe which stung a bit on the soft skin, once again the breath then that awful pain, and her automatic scream. Finally then the fourth (and she desperately hoped the last), she braced herself the breath, a hesitation, then as her mind screamed ‘get it done’ the click and the tremendous pain once more raced through her body. the four holes now a sea of fire, an ocean of pain, inside and out, her lips with four glittering gold. Her hand had returned to my crotch, rubbing and squeezing it almost as wantonly as my hand on her breast. Somewhere through all of this we had slipped down onto the deck and were now horizontal, Brandy underneath my chest as I paid tribute to her one breast with my hand while my lips paid homage to the other.I could feel the tug of something at my waist, but being otherwise occupied, I paid little notice. The pressure of the fabric wrapped around me released soon afterwards. I was vaguely.