One day I would walk out of here...by release or escape...and until that day I would make the absolute best of an astonishingly degrading situation. ...Whether I would carry this insane craving to eat the asshole and cunt of any woman in sight...with me through the rest of my life, I didn't care to ponder.I had actually become addicted to eating women's farts and shit...and this was more than I could believe or assimilate. I would leave the moral torment to some different part of my mind...and. By the way, Father Basil is still waiting for you to call so that you can have lunch.”“I’ll call him right now,” I said. “I keep forgetting.”I went back to my office and looked up the number and dialed it.“Hi Father Basil,” I said. “This is Steve Adams. I’m sorry I haven’t called you sooner. Tasha Zhukov just reminded me. Again!”He laughed, “That’s OK. I realize church isn’t exactly at the top of your priority list. I would like to have lunch with you so we can chat.”“Sure,” I said. “When?”“How. I saw Andy close his eyes and heard him start to groan as she continued to slowly slide her hand up and down his meat, then with her fingers just below his helmet she drew back the foreskin to expose one very purple looking, mushroom shaped knob.My wife moaned leant forward .and began swirling the tip of her tongue around his glans. It was all Andy could do was stand there and moan.Lin pulled back and looked up at him. "You've been a naughty boy Andy haven't you? Keeping this cock all to my. Perhaps that's why Augustus has been forcing morality andprobity down our throats. We have lost our faith."I had a private thought that I could not bring myself to speak aloud.As a woman it was no longer my place to contradict my man, and despitethe fact that I was not truly a woman, all masculine behaviors had beenso thoroughly drained from me that I held my tongue. Perhaps, Ijudged, it had been the other way around. Perhaps the disbelief hadcome before the strife, and the strife followed.