“Do you work out?”“No,” I replied. “I don’t care for exercise, although I don’t mind physical activity if it accomplishes something.” ... glanced toward the staircase. “Shall we go upstairs?”We locked fingers and headed to the master bedroom. I turned the nightstand lamp on low and then faced her. I unfastened the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her slender legs. She stepped from them and I saw that underneath she wore a pair of black briefs. The fabric was sheer enough that I could. Between my legs my rigid cock points upward in anticipation of what you'll do to me. You walk up to me, wearing only your pants. You stop with your erection bulging through your tight jeans just inches from my face. I look up at you and ask you if I can touch it. You look down and say "yes". I put my hand over your hard, manly erection and rub it through your jeans. My other hand goes to the bottom of your massive bulge, massaging your balls. Your cock throbs with power as my hands touch it. So. The rest were mere sell swords. They offered their blades like a whore offered her body ... if the price was right. They were all of them sinners.I looked up from my beads. Father Fredrick the legion's priest sat before me.I hadn't heard him approach."My child," he said. "Are you aware that before dawn that we march into battle." His voice was soft and wise, like a Father's should be."Yes Father," I said. "I am not afraid." If I die, then I would go to Eternal Happiness, Pope Urban the Second. I thought of things that I didn't know: was this like the pain of childbirth? Or of a kidney stone? Or of root canal without novocaine? I felt like a handsome young boy newly arrived in prison! I could feel the pulling of torn tissue as he thrust in and pulled out, could feel the blood oozing down toward my pussy – I was lying on my stomach – and toward the 1000 count sheets that I love so much.Miklos' fat body was crushing my own, yet the discomfort was not enough to mask the pain being.