“Oh, excuse me, MISTER van der Meer, as I heard you aren’t a pastor anymore.”“You still have no respect for anyone or anything, young man. And...that includes my daughter.”“Sir, I’m going to invite you in because I don’t want to stand here and let the cold air in. We’ll go to the basement and my friend Melanie, who lives here, will come with us just so there aren’t any misunderstandings later.”“This is quite private, Steve!” he insisted.“The only way I’m talking with you is with someone else in. “Do you see what you do to me lately?” he asked, grasping my hips and pulling me back firmly onto his cock.“Oh God,” I sighed, my head swimming with dirty thoughts and ravenous need. “Oh fuck...”“What...a...dirty...mouth,” he said, punctuating each word with a thrust as he started to hump me. He grabbed my skirt and pulled it up over my ass so that he saw the red thong I was wearing. “Mm...I like these.”At this point I was rubbing my pussy against the long hard bulge in his jeans and my clit. My name is Darius, leader of The Dread Pirates." Pirates?" Mila croaked before she could help herself."It's not what you think," Darius replied with a surprisingly embarrassed look on his face, "We're more like treasure hunters. But you beat some other treasure-seeking group to the gold and suddenly everyone's naming you pirates." W-What do you want from me?" Mila stammered nervously."That gold coin around your neck dear," Morgana grinned toothily."Stow it," Darius chided her, "But she is. I turnedback around and lay my head on one of our pillows asI stuck my behind up rubbed against his crotch again.He reached around me, gripping my hips and slowlyworking himself inside me. I cleared my mind, pushingaway the instinct to tense up, surrendering to hisinvasion. I felt the head of his penis kiss my bottomand the slurping noise as he pushed in and pulledback, in and back again. The teasing was unbearableand I could stand it no longer.I pushed back against him and felt first the.