"Jessica looked up and met Angela Burton's gaze. "You have to understand where I come from, Professor. I've led a very sheltered life. I attended our ...church's Christian school instead of public schools. I come from a very conservative family. And our church is a very conservative fundamentalist church that preaches that premarital sex is wrong, as well as using any contraception. Sex is meant to be something between a husband and wife for the sole purpose of procreation. Abortion for any reason. I liked that.Till now the only time I had been fucked was with those Bengali workers. But they hadn’t bothered to do this coz they were busy filling my holes. This guy, however, took on my tits while fucking me. Maybe the elder ones do know how to give real good pleasure. His tongue and lips busy milking my one boob, his one hand was on the other tit pressing, pinching and turning it between his fingers. His free hand was at my clitoris playing with it and his dick filling my pussy. It was. I scoot over beside and slightly behind you. Taking your shoulders in my hands, I guide you down until your head is lying in my lap. I reach out and take the bunch of grapes in my right hand, plucking one off and place it against your soft lips. You open your mouth and your tongue snakes out to pull it in. Your teeth flash in the sunlight as you bite down on the grape. The sweet juice runs over your tongue and you tip your head back just a little to enjoy the sensation. I feed you several more. I threw a few things in the washer, then jumped into the shower. When I got out and was looking in the mirror, I realized I had a new tattoo on my shoulder; it was a small, but unmistakable pentagram. There was no redness or soreness a new tattoo would normally have. It was almost like it had been there for years, but I had never gotten a tattoo like that as far as I remembered. Just one more mystery...Over the next couple of weeks, things seemed pretty normal. Work was going well, and I had.