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We don’t seduce no one. They come to us. It’s a sacrifice what with my schedule and all, but it’s a service. Just ask the Kaskis.” It was strange yet fascinating to hear the Father dismiss such things while also making them sound as if they were acts of noble benevolence. Dott’s mind couldn’t process it all but there was amateur a question that had to be asked even if the answer might douse the embers of lust that were beginning to blowjob rise within him. “I suppose. But Father Fontane, there’s one more thing.” “And, just what might that be?” “Your vows.” “Ah yes! The vows. Vows of celibacy.” “There’s no way public on this pov planet earth that outdoor you can find blowjobs among the permissions of those vows.” “Vows. Orthodox Vows at that. Stringent. From a long time ago. But my boy, that topic is too big for today. We got a room for you at the hotel. It’s old but redeemed. Paid for by the parish along with your food and drinks, except not alcohol of course, because we don’t want to corrupt anyone.” As Dott walked to the hotel his thoughts rambled. Not corrupt anyone! The old man was getting it from a boy’s mouth! Maybe many boys! Through the evening, his mind meandered through a wonderland of what-if’s and curiosities that led to the same two questions: Was Pristine Valley some kind of elaborate masquerade? He lay back in his armchair smiling as I hesitantly moved between his spread legs. She was good, very very good at it. He could smell her arousal too, which both pleased him and drove him insane. She groaned, squeezing her cunt down around my shaft. They laughed even louder when he held up his hand as he walked forward and said loudly, “I am what I am.” “It is. I’ll see you in about twenty minutes,” Haley answers and then breaks the connection. Sort of like the Creator of all things is with his true believers. Rachel sat on the other side of Jake and pov the boy’s face turned red. Friday night at work was the only time when anything exciting happened. With a final scream and a thrust that lifted her ass entirely off the couch, she came. They stood facing each other and both broke into smiles. Jeff asked the exhausted 16-year-old. Her eyes sparkled with her passion. “And I am no criminal.” "Becca? On weekends, I had fingernails polished, public but not for work. As her body relaxed, she slid down into the water, rubbing at her pussy with two of her fingers. Her hair was longer, flowing and carefree. The tingles raced down to my outdoor pussy. We stopped and watched her, and from the looks on Mom and Aunt Lucilla’s faces, it was apparent that they were amateur as confused as I was. Inside were a note and a set of ben-wa balls as well as an anal plug. If not, well, I have your blowjob license plate number." How long until my energy refilled?