The one on the left was four stories tall and had a covered bridge to the other keep and a flight of stairs on the flat roof that led to a door. There... was nothing past that door except a very long drop.The building on the right seemed to be the primary structure. It was five stories tall with a peaked roof and a walkway for security patrols around the edge of the roof. It backed up to a thick tower at the edge of the cliff that rose even higher at nearly a hundred feet with a clear, commanding. The phone rang. “Independence United Methodist Church,” she said into it.“Reverend Blake, please.”“Speaking.”“This is Terry Metzger. I’m superintendent of the Northern District.” Jen knew who Metzger was; there were only seven district superintendents, after all. But she’d long-ago learned that people whom it was easiest to recognize identified themselves thoroughly; men you’d met once -- and that was a year before while passing through a reception line -- said ‘This is Joe.’“Yes, Reverend. Up,” I commanded. Dejectedly he rose to his feet & turned his back to me. Would he never learn to give an answer without getting himself in more trouble? I do believe that his continual sissification was dumbing him down. He might very well end up an empty-headed, bimbo, maid & cocksucker, not that those aren’t useful commodities in my household. My latex cocktail dress prevented me from putting a knee in his back to pull in the laces. “Breathe in wimp,” I ordered. “Mistress, he gasped, “I am.”. His tongue began to clean around her opening, forcing a soft moan from the sexy Porsche. His tongue probed her hole, causing her to jerk back a bit, shoving his face deeper inside her. He moved his tongue rapidly inside her, fucking her soaking wet cunt with his warm tongue, forcing her to cry out louder as he listened to the beautiful moans fill the room. He began to worry for a second if anyone could hear her, but quickly ignored those worries and continued to devour her lustrous hole. He.