I wasn’t a whore or a dancer, yet to have a club like that named for me, proclaimed me as the whore they all wanted and needed, I was the whore to m...rket with, the one the crowds would come for, come in come in, Sugar’s here! …and few men could accept a “Sugar” in their lives for little more than an evenings adventure afterwards, Sugar belonged to all of men, the sweetest of whores, all for the price of admission. And his plan was I would never belong to another but him. In someways he’s gotten. He kept his gaze on mine, never breaking the intimate connection. Each slap of flesh against flesh was drawing a soft cry from me and eliciting a squeeze of my channel.Faster. Thrust. Pump. Retreat. Push again. Our breaths grew ragged and mixed together. My fingers dug into his back as I hugged him close. The hard prick of my nails made him rear his head and utter a low, guttural groan. My body rocked in time to his thrusts. My breathing grew short, my body tensed, and then I came, in squeezing. It gave you freewill knowing that was possible." What would God do then? Flood the Earth and restart with another Noah and the Ark?" Haha. You should've learned enough about God from me already to know It doesn't do quaint things like that. If humanity pursues a path toward self-destruction, God won't intervene. Your destiny is yours to choose." Then why did He create us?" God didn't create you. It created a Universe for the expression of freewill, and the Universe evolved you." But if we. We sat back against opposite arms on the sofa, facing each other. I had a dress shirt, loose tie and slacks on. She had on a white blouse and tight black skirt. "God, you are so sexy," I said as I rubbed my cock against my leg through my slacks. Her eyes kept darting from my eyes to my swollen member and she gave me a very seductive grin as she began to rub her nipples through the blouse...I remember thinking, she must have a very sheer bra on, because I could tell she was wearing one, but both.