The vows. Vows of celibacy.” “There’s no way on this planet earth that 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 giving head 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? Or, was it possible that Father Everett Fontane was on to something entirely new and wonderfully permissive? Even so, the old man would never have an answer to that unanswerable question of vows, so did any of it really matter? Before sleep found him, he decided on one thing. He would not permit himself to become enchanted or seduced by the lusty suggestions of the Valley because it was all just a false front, a rickety facade supported by a superficial notion of blowjob vows which would snap under the weight of tomorrow’s question. Dott supposed he should feel sorry reality for the old man but if Fontane’s beliefs couldn’t support themselves, then it wasn’t his problem. Besides, if it was all just a sham, then humanity needed a man like him to bring those walls tumbling down and the sooner the better. Yes, there might be destruction and falling debris, but Dott would be unscathed and sometime tomorrow, he would return to the city no worse for the experience and no different than the day he had arrived. Fontane greeted him at his office and they engaged in some incidental conversation. Dott found it difficult to raise the question yet with each passing minute, Brunette the pressure to do so was building. Just then, the old man blurted, “Thought you was going to ask me something.” Dott gathered himself. “Everett, I’m not trying to offend you, but you have to admit, letting a boy suck your Oral Sex dick is in conflict with your vows.” Robert has talked to the girls Brunette and thinks they are good girls struggling to stay that way and would like Frank to meet them. I’ll let you know what I find out.” She almost had it when she felt the pull back into the machine. My pussy convulsed, spasming about Katerina's fingers. I could hear Melanie's muffled shrieks of pain as she was determined not to cry out and instead, let me ruin that which was mine to ruin. Tits and I have chores to occupy us, but there’s nothing for these poor women to do but to sit and wait nude in an unfurnished box for hour after hour, fearing the unknown that is to come. I see him and he stopped laughing as he looked up. I’m so scared. While we made out, my fingers found her slit and probed her interior. “Busy and foolish!” Beth turned to see Jackson standing in front of her. “Mmm, I'll be your mommy-slut,” moaned Vanessa. “Good I’m glad, are you ready to go?” he asked. It would probably be the hottest thing they'd ever seen, actually. “And I fucking love you,” she whispered reality in his ear. A sob escaped her throat. They reached for me, trying to grab me, to stop me. I slipped past one guy, batting his hand away. Her parents and her brother had been guiding her for so long. For Oral Sex proceeding with this consequent obstacle she had to put on a giving head harness through her sore groin. Tell me you’re a little lesbian whore slut!” Still catching her breath, like a good little whore she says, “I’m a lesbian whore slut.” “Good, because soon your lesbian training will continue when you lick grandma’s pussy. Heat kissed my body. The best fuck of my young life.” She squashed that thought. She whimpered as she was suddenly drank up her utterly sexed-up appearance. It was just a couple of strokes, but as he rustled the bedclothes, she quickly stirred. “What we blowjob shared was consensual, not predatory.” I drop to my knees and cross my hands together as if I’m about to pray, Casey follows suit.