.. I can't control my own body. It's magic! Black magic!"Susan pulled back from Alan's dick to turn around and get a good look at Brenda while she was... bowing. She spoke for the first time since Brenda had arrived. "No, it's not magic. It's you. You're a natural submissive, just like the rest of us. Your right and proper role in life is to serve a naturally superior kind of man, like our master here. You belong in chains, wearing his collar, fully enslaved to him and his big cock like the sex. That cock and my ass are great friends, so it was like having a housewarming party in my ass as he splooged deep inside of me. Man that felt good. My neighbor took a moment to catch his breath and turned me over to his friend. Saying "I have fucked this ass for years, now it's your turn." With that, the friend had me get on my back and He got on top of me. I lifted my legs up and pulled them as far back as I could get. I was trying to get in the best position I could to take that at. He appeared to be a few years older than Theresa and had plain, blunt features that would never be described as handsome but somehow combined to suggest personal strength. He seemed unfazed to find Theresa standing there, or by her outburst, and his blue-gray eyes studied her for a moment before he replied. “Do you really think so?” He spoke softly, as befit a library. His voice was deep and had a hint of gravel in it. When she simply glared at him in reply he continued, with a hint of a smile,. I'm impressed by how quickly Nevaeh has rethought what she's been taught." Thanks," said Nevaeh, "but it's easy. I just have to see what you do to know that it's fine. I think I'll just assume that all sex is fine if the participants' attitudes are giving rather than taking. That seems to be what God is saying." We hadn't coached Nevaeh on this point so she was giving her honest opinion of what she thought God's attitude was, based on what she'd learned about God from us and the Guardian Angel..