I didn’t want to be something of worship, like an icon, a god or some damned thing. I couldn’t believe they were so hungry for any kind of spiritu...al leadership. They could conjure up using something like me, a person, married, who was fucking friends, “cheating” at their homes where I was hired to work on their furnace? Hell no! Completely silly, this religious shit, I was off running shoes or no shoes up the center aisle past the worshippers gazimg at me as my too big penis flopped about like. The order was given periodically when one of the clients decided they couldn't take being clean anymore. They were usually rounded up in short order by the onsite security forces. "Just another day in paradise," he sighed, keeping his eye out for the escapee. He hoped, this time, it would be a celebrity he recognized. "Too many goddamn, reality TV stars these days," he muttered.As the lights from Three Crosses Rehab Center faded in the distance, Liv turned to Finn. "I wonder what's going on at. I continued, Your father was very demanding in the bedroom. I even still obey him now. What? he asked, as he was clearly processing the strange revelations. I didnt plan to let him know this yet, but I figured what the heck. I still wear nylons for him every day. Oh, he asked, looking down at my stocking legs and feet. Your father insisted I wear nylons every day for him and I… I paused again. And what? he asked, drawn into my seduction, completely unaware I was seducing him in an attempt to. She lifted it up and over her breasts; raised it over her head and then freed it for her body. She wore a red bra underneath that just about adequately supported her ample breasts. There was another gasp; much more audible this time. She reached around her back to the clasp of her bra. There were groans this time as her bra fell forward and slipped off her breasts. Moments later it too had joined her top on the floor at her feet. “Look at those tits!” she heard a voice say. Her hands.