I knew what he wanted. He was begging me all week to go to lunch, ever since that day in the supply closet. I didn’t want to get caught, though. It�...��s risky having sex at the office, but I know he’s definitely worth it.**I was twenty-three years old and finishing up my Master’s degree in psychology when I met Dr. John Carlson. I had just started working as an intern at his psychiatry group practice downtown. He had a great reputation as a psychiatrist and patients from all over the tri-state. "You're still alive, I see. Good. I want to make sure I give you as muchpunishment as possible before I send you to the Underworld." He fired anextremely powerful blast at me, and all I could think of was a shield. Iclosed my eyes.And heard the sound of an explosion around me. Somehow, I was completelyunharmed by a blast that could have destroyed the Moon."What?!"I opened my eyes and saw exactly what I was thinking of - an energyshield. At this point, though, my body armor was in tatters and. By Skull Fuck, I mean he rammed it all way down my throat and held me there,as my involuntary throat contractions milked his man meat.Then 8 incher made it all the way home, I could hear his huge ball sac thwap against mine as more pain coursed through my whore hole and balls. He was commandofucking me!! All the way in and all the way out on every thrust. I had to take it because this is what I wanted, to be roughly used by hard menwhile dressed as a sissy slut.The skull fucker then let me off. Probably holding out for a better offer. For now anyway, the shelter, an elementary school and a small church are hanging on. I doubt the shelter would be allowed that close to the school, if they didn’t share the same owner.The other side of Sacramento is residential but also includes a coffee shop, a fern bar left over from the 70s, and a sushi bar. So I should be able to observe the shelter comings and goings fairly unobtrusively.St. Jeremy rouses its young residents and serves them.