He readily agreed. We did it in the bathroom. He fucked me from behind as I leaned on the sink. As he fucked me he returned to his dirty talk. He ...called me his little cum slut, his piss drinking pervert. He described what he was going to do to me when he came. He reached under me and squeezed my breasts painfully, and pinched and twisted my swollen nipples. He made me moan and wince, knowing that the pain was another turn-on for me.When he was ready to come he warned me and I spun around. He mentioned he had no transportation to get around outside of his present residence. He kept on saying how thankful he was that I gave him a lift. One thing I did notice was that he seemed a bit feminine, not that I minded at all. He asked if he could keep riding with me until I stopped for the night, and if he could share the cost of a room. I said that was just fine but only if I paid for it. After about 6 hours of driving, the man asked out of the blue if there was anything at all he could. They were waiting for us at our room.There was a short line waiting to check in. More people started filing in behind us.Suddenly, a young woman cried out, "Angela?!" which was the name everyone called Pyx at the convent.Pyx turned around and cried out "Rebecca!" She ran back four people, and hugged a young lady, three or four years older than her. She was a good nine inches taller, slender, with long light brown hair. Her breasts were not visible under her loose blouse, so they must have been. About 2% of the time it happens that way,” he explained.“What happens after that?” I asked.“I honestly don’t know. He has a plan,” the man in black explained.“Do you mean God?” I asked.“God, the devil they are both the same. The Entity has good days and not so good days, just like anyone else,” according to the man in black.“So I move on to somewhere else. Do I get a choice?” I asked.“What does it matter, you want know either way. You start with a clean slate. As a matter of fact you have.