Many in the church including my mom, believe God talks directly to Pastor Bob. Deacon Ed is a big man in his early fifties who is widowed, Deacon Ray ...is in his early fifties and his wife is in a nursing home and Deacon Tom is a large dark skinned black man that is single.My mom does extra work around the church, she teaches Sunday school and holds Bible studies on Wednesday nights and cleans the church on Monday evenings and Thursday nights.Last Sunday after church, mom told me to take the car. Raisa hardly had the energy to climb them. She was so exhausted. There were torches that lit the stair well. The main house must have been at least three stories. Raisa had never seen anything so huge. The three of them stopped on what seemed to be the second floor. They turned to go down a long hall. At the end of the hall, Raisa could see two large doors, torches on either side, with two large iron lion heads attached to them. The male slave unlatched the handles and pulled the door. He loved feeling how hot and wet I was from the entire ordeal. Knowing that at any moment some random guy could walk by and see me bent over, with my ass and pussy on display for the world to see. By the time we finished getting through the checkout counter and got home, we normally ended up dropping the groceries on the floor and we’d rush upstairs to have the hottest and most passionate sex imaginable. *** Six years have passed since then; we now have a beautiful daughter and, surprisingly. The other women left them as much space as possible, when it became obvious that no one else was having any better luck at calming her.That night Beth pushed her cot together with Kristin's and Kristin held her until she fell asleep. They slept in each other's arms that night (and the rest of the nights they spent in the bunker, they slept cuddled together). The next day Beth amazed everyone by volunteering for an 'unofficial' threeway with Patty to earn some bottles of Gin. She told everyone.