She sat there stoically, waiting for more instructions. "Stay on your hands and knees, but turn around. Show me that rear back end of yours bitch." I... told her. She shuffled in a half circle until she was facing away form me. I climbed up onto the bed behind her and straddled her ass, lining my dick up with her pussy. I pressed to tip of my dick against the lips of her womanhood. I heard her sobbing softly at the invasion. It seemed she was still not used to me taking her in such a way. I. . .’ he intoned. ‘What are you saying?’ ‘Just that it all fits.’ ‘What fits?’ ‘The increasingly powerful experiences, the numerous liaisons, the sense of completion after only one time, it’s the new Dispensation. There are very few gods and goddesses on this planet right now. The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. We cannot afford to distribute more than one celebration to our supplicants.’ Paul just sat there, but I could see it sinking in. He wasn’t rejecting what I was saying. He. Looking at him, "You can talk better than that baby" I said Smiling at me, "It feels fuckin' fine" he then said. Smiling myself as I stroked his cock harder, "I like being called a whore" I then told him and then really pulling on his cock, "How do you like it now lover?' I asked "I like it fine you fuckin' whore" he replied and I leaned over to him and kissed him hard and passionately. I kept jerking off his cock until I could sense that he was ready to come by the way he started to quiver.. She was a little annoyed that he had returned and asked specially for her, but he was just a client, and she preferred him to most of her other punters so she returned a forced smile."Lie down," he told her and she stared at him, motionless. He jumped up from the table and held out his hand where he had been."Pardon?" Lie down," he grinned and she peered at him confused. "I want to massage you."Grace chuckled. "It doesn't work like that, hun." But I want to,"She cocked her head. "Why?" Cos I.