Tony pushed back, pinning my head against the wall, my mouth at his ass, and began to grind into my face as I tongue-fucked his hole. He was practical...ly smothering me with his hot ass, but I kept my hands down, trying to maintain position until he finally eased up. Then he turned around again, placing his dripping cockhead at my lips, and I obediently opened, letting him run his cock in and out of my open mouth, sliming my tongue with his clear juice.Taking a step closer, Tony once again backed. His hands retraced their descent back up my body to my tartan skirt waist band, and I felt the button pop and the zipper eased down. It was a relief on my bladder in doing so, but the only thing stopping my skirt from falling to my feet was that I was pressing my crotch against the wooden cock.'I want you to avow your love to the Christ figure, by kissing his mouth'.The tortured features on the carved face were just inches from my own, and I leant in and gave the carved mouth a gently peck with. Kristina fitthe bill perfectly.She had been a gifted student in Germany, finishing university at 15 andher Doctorate in Immunology by 18. Talent such as hers was the kind ofthing that drew the attention of the Delta Sodalit?t, as they calledthemselves in their native tongue, and so she was recruited into theirsub-rosa ranks where she flourished.Her father was a German engineer, incredibly intelligent, a genius really.He was also a raging alcoholic, albeit a gentle one, who drank away allhis. I liked being a good girl.”“No you liked being untouchable. Now you’re just like every other woman your age.”Dawn wiped the tears from her eyes. Maybe John was right. Maybe she had been prideful.“Well, it looks like I’ve lost my date.” John ventured. “Would you care to join me for a day at the mall?”Dawn looked up to find John was offering her his hand. “I’ve always found a little self indulgence does wonders for the soul.” he continued.Dawn wasn’t certain why, but she reached out and took.