Fahem was my best friend in high school from the primary. I was always over his house and he mine. He was 18 and I was19 when this story takes place. ...His mother was not an average looking. Or may be she was looked me so beautiful. Lets me describe her to all of you. She has very fair skin. Her height was not as normal of other woman, she was little tall and has 5'. 9’’. Her face features were sharpness, and graceful. She has extra large and big dark black eye, with long black hairs. Her thin. ?!?” “Timmy,” Cassandra said sharply, “I want you to let Miss Emily suck your penis, it’s okay, I’m allowing it, so if she wants you to ejaculate in her mouth, you can go right ahead!!!” “Y-yes Mistress,” he stammered, as this was a totally new experience for him!!! Mistress had never allowed anyone other than herself to use him sexually since he had moved in with her, and to say that he was nervous would be an understatement!!! He padded. ” “Cameras aren’t a bad idea,” mused Becky as she traced her finger along her collar bone. “Yes, cameras are a bad idea. Let’s focus. We can come up with something.” They spent the next couple of hours drinking beer and brainstorming. An intervention? No, that would just be an opportunity for more denial. Drug one of them? Right, like any of them would know how to roofie someone. “How about hookers?” asked Brad. “Maybe a hooker would get him to admit it. People love to confess things to. So, today, I find myself in a church in what I can only describe as an irrational and emotional state. I don’t know why I am here but I find myself listening to sermons, singing songs and praying to him. Mostly, I’m looking at Father Patrick and wondering how he would abuse my young body if he were to see me naked. I think of him as strong, virile and passionate.Father Patrick’s sermon, on why he believes that God feels emotions, makes me feel emotional. He has already made me understand that.