While I feel it is important for me to tell my story, itis a story which I am only comfortable telling after I am gone. It is all verytrue. In the sum...er of 1934 I knelt humbly yet proudly on the coolmarble floor in the chapel of our order?s motherhouse in Chicago and professedto the Auxiliary Bishop of the Archdiocese vows of poverty, chastity, andobedience to my Superiors, dedicating my life to the Order of the Sisters of St.Michael of the Angels.? For two years I had prepared for that. What was clear about what we'd done is that the submissive was ultimately in charge. She was the one who set the levels of what she was willing to tolerate, that safe words would always be used and respected. While the submissive was allowing more to her master than the normal person might, the ultimate limits were always the submissives and never the masters. That's where I saw ourselves. No matter what I did, how far and how long it proceeded was totally up to Marcia, her limits, not. At last, she was there, her breasts pressing against my chest, her legs on each side of mine. She started singing again, a different song, a song of thanks and gratitude? Whatever it was, she was whispering it in my ear as she guided me into her. Slowly, gracefully, she pushed her hips down against mine, until I was entirely inside her, until she surrounded and consumed me. Then she started to move her hips in an ancient rhythm, the breeze growing stronger, the sunlight warmer as she brought. Stop!"Devon's body shakes in orgasm and his cock lurches in Eric's tight grip. The star bucks his hips up and his piss slit shoots out seven thick ropes of teen boy jism. Devon moans, but as cum spills out of his pee hole and down his cock shaft, Eric ever so cruelly tightens his grip and rapes the teen's dick by fisting his grip up and down causing the naked celebrity to begin crying.Devon pleads, "Oh god, please... Stop. My dick hurts. Please it's sensitive after I cum. Please, stop!" Eric.