They decorated the apartment in contemporary cast off and didn’t seem to care very much how it looked. Both required that the apartment be clean. Th...ey studied hard, made good grades and as seniors made the dean’s list. At graduation with their bachelor’s degrees, they were both accepted into grad school at another university. So they traveled there together and found another two-bedroom apartment they could afford, moved in and spent another two years together. During those years, Petra gave up. Unlike the nuns, Father Damien did not stop. He continued to rasp his tongue on her swollen clit. Zoë came again. And again, her cunt on fire, in need of release, butthe priests tongue merely adding to the pleasure pain, her juices generously flowing onto his face, dripping down the crack of her ass and pooling under her hind quarters. After what seemed to be an eternity, the priest pulled his face from the soft, wet folds of Zoë’s cunt. Zoë’s mother lifted off her face, allowing the panting. What I actually said was,"Yeah, a little research trip down there, for a week or so. Nothing heavy, I've got a commission to do and I'm just going down there to soak up the ambiance for a few days. One has to get in the mood, you know." Oh yeah, I understand. You artistic types need to absorb the feel of the place, don't you?" Billy grinned back at me.I very much doubted Bill Thornton had any idea of what I was talking about, but he made a good job of pretending he did."And you, Bill, why are. What the hell was that? If my touching him would have freaked him out, I figured he would have freaked out a lot sooner. Or did I accidentally awaken something in him he had not been aware of before? Did that realization make him uncomfortable and would that mean he would want to avoid me? Did I just fuck things up and ruin this? Would he even want to work with me again?I got my answer the next morning when I got text from him early in the morning asking if we had work for him; the parts he.