“Are you ready to do your duty, Maureen?” Reverend Jackson asked her.
“Y-yes,” Maureen replied in a soft voice. She shifted again and twisted her hands in the expectation that they, or one of them at least, would be loosened so that she could accomplish her chore.
Reverend Jackson pushed down on her chin. “Spread your lips, Maureen. You are going to pleasure my c**k with your mouth.”
Maureen’s eyes went wide and she felt a chill run through her. “Did he say what I thought he said?” she asked herself incredulously. “He couldn’t mean it!” She leaned her head back, away from the dreaded instrument. “Not in my mouth!”
Her tears renewed themselves. A couple of her girlfriends had told her about such a thing, sucking a c**k, they had called it, but she had hardly believed them. What decent m
