Chapter Nineteen
The Orientation
There was an awkward silence.
“You know, I was raised Catholic,” William said.
“You were?” I said, instinctively covering my breasts with the loose robe as soon as the subject of religion was brought up.
“Yes. My Mother always wanted me to be a Priest, but it wasn’t meant to be.”
After another lull in the conversation, William smiled at me and I returned his smile. He seemed like a very sweet and charming man and quite attractive. I thought maybe he was a little embarrassed about what he had seen. I kept thinking how just a moment ago Mr. Kristoff’s hard shaft was sliding in and out of my mouth, his scrotum contracting in my hands, his p***s pumping one burst after another of semen into my mouth, how easily I swallowed it and how William watched the
