Heretics had been crucified. Bodies dangled from high tree branches. Pagans had been buried alive. Limbs had been methodically torn off. These weren't..., of course, novel sights to Isaac. In his capacity as a Soldier of Christ on Holy Trinity, he'd often administered similarly savage punishment on heretics and doubters. The method he preferred was to burn a heretic alive. There was usually plenty of time for the heretic to express remorse as their skin bubbled and burnt in the intense heat and. When she came down and he was satisfied that he had gotten it all, he crawled back up her body to kiss her roughly. She returned the kiss. She reached down to grasp his cock, burning and pulsing more than ever. She pulled away from his kiss and rolled him over. Crawling down his body, she trailed kisses all the way from his neck to his groin, kissing all the way to the tip of his dick. She then licked the head gently before wrapping her lips around it. Mari proceeded to use everything she knew. "So, uumm, yeah... I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be about twenty minutes." As she entered the shower, I fell on to my bed, thinking, what now? Do I apologize about my hard-on or just forget all about it? All of a sudden, she started singing. God, she had a set of lungs on her and the voice of an angel. It was like someone made her the way she was and there is no other way to describe her. Perfect. So, while she was in the shower, I decided what clothes I was going to put on for the party. She probably just didn’t feel like talking to you. You know how your mom is. Come on inside, please,” I begged while trying to sound like I was the one in control and she was weird for being freaked. “I REALLY don’t want to be here where everyone can see me.” I added, reduced to pleading with Claire. I hated that, too.Claire hadn’t seen her mom in weeks. It wasn’t the first time the two had been out of contact for so long, but usually it was Claire who ghosted Tina. I’d been making all sorts of.