"He snatched his mouth from her breast, gasping greedily for air as he moved his lips away. His smile was roguish as he growled, "It’s only too much... when I say it’s too much." Before she could reply, he was kissing her other breast with a hungry fervor that easily surpassed his previous efforts.For an instant, she thought of pushing him away, sure that he was taking the game too far, too fast. If he carried on exciting her to such a high degree, she knew there would be no way she could keep her. I could smell my fear. I could feel some part of my dying because I knew I was a fag now. I felt confused. That more than anything else, and guilty. All the anger I'd felt towards those three bullies had turned to guilt somehow, because part of me knew I hadn't tried hard enough to get away. I hadn't fought hard enough. I'd given in too easily, like a real fag would.And then I swallowed my first real mouthful of cum. I didn't plan to, it just happened. Like bad luck or good timing. I had to. ” She wasn’t embarrassed at all from my compliment. “I’m sure you realize how many guys have had this fantasy, of just running into you. The stories and pics are something else.” I couldn’t help myself, I’m one of the guys with such a fantasy. I really didn’t think there’d be any chance of anything happening, but I was surprised at what happened next. She gave that sly grin again and said “Well, maybe I can give you a personal show in the parking lot.”Whoa! I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t say. The cool air on their skin meant for the priestess the time was drawing near for the next step. Gently, she guided him to stand on a wide ledge just below the altar.“Are you listening, my love?”Her words were soft, almost a whisper, beside his ear. He heard her as if from far away and through interference of some sort, but he thought he understood and he nodded. With her hands on his hips she turned him to face the square below.“They are here for you, my sweet. Look out and tell me what you.