I had to suffer through dozens of lectures from her when I was growing up because she is a 'Patron of the Arts' and you simply don't offend the people...who supply the money and have the ear of the producers. If I used makeup I was catering to male lust, if I played duet with a boy I got a stern lecture on not letting him dominate my art. Lyudmilla means well but she is a pretentious man-hater without any sense of balance. Mike, you can't possibly know how good pulling this off would feel!" Jeez. He turned to the first one who had spoken. “Lou, we really need two consecutive evenings. Could you do tomorrow maybe? Any chance at all?”Lou shook her head. “I’ve sort of got something planned for tomorrow evening. Saturday should be fine but...,” she trailed off then sighed. “Yeah okay, I might be able to do tomorrow night. I’ll try.”“When can you let me know?”Lou sighed once more and picked up her mobile. “Give me ten?”Raizon nodded and Lou moved to the other side of the room. She came back. In no time at all I was completely stiff and horny as hell. I spread it over my arse and put a slippery finger into my hole. It slipped quickly and deeply into it without any difficulty. That was pretty hot. I took some more lubricant, and that worked wonders. My hole was getting nice and smooth now. I smeared a bit more on the dildo. And yes, that too slid in now. Was this what it was like to be fucked? I asked myself. Awesome. Playing with the dildo in my arse hole I came very hard for the. The women would fill the pews. They’d drop their panties in the donation box on the way in. During your sermon, they’d kneel at the ends of the pews with their skirts up, and spread their cheeks for you, and you could walk up the aisle and give each waiting cunt a few deep, hard strokes with this big gorgeous dick. At the end they’d all come down to the altar and kneel for communion. And you’d stroke it over their waiting mouths. They’d all be on their knees with their tongues out. And you’d.