I noticed that all of the older members of the church seemed to be taken with me. I was by all means an entirely unremarkable teenager. Awkward and sh..., never been anywhere or done anything. I thought they really liked me, which for a teenager is tantamount to being worshipped. So before I knew it, I had been a member of the church for months. I noticed certain trends develop. People would be ‘saved’, then time would pass, then they would be ‘saved’ again. Rumors were always rampant, and gossip. The building inspector, a Mr. Martin, looked at all of the GFCI outlets and decided that, at his discretion, the building might or might not be up to code. There was a hint hint nudge nudge component to his declaration. Kurt Sullivan, who had been impressed by their extensive caution and care about safety, was furious. Tim had to step in between the two men before it got to fisticuffs. It cost a hundred dollars to get the electrical system to pass inspection.Sandra mentioned the episode to her. I pulled out the ball gag and snuck closer, my heart pounding so hard it might burst out of my chest. Details were lost in the dark but I stood over Desma for probably a few minutes holding the gag ready before finally moving in. Her eyes filled with panic as they opened. Hands flew up grabbing the gag but too slow and weak to stop me. The screams never made it past her lips. Jumping on the bed I straddled her, wrestling the gag into place. Desma could do nothing to stop me. Gag in place, I. She whispers that she wants me to give her my hand which she takes and places on her already wet pussy. She whispers, "Play with my clit and finger my pussy, I am so turned on right now". You don't have to ask me twice and I make quick work of finding her swollen clitoris and sliding my middle finger into her wet, open hole. Her pussy is always well groomed and hairless, just the way I like it. I can feel that she is wet with the anticipation of me bringing her to climax. Her clit is hard and.