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Worship the proper Goddess of pink saturation–pussy worship phone sex

Giggles. I am great at giggles. I love wearing my yellow knee length dress and white thigh highs to church. I think the great Reverend Todd appreciates that too. I have noticed him staring and watching me. He hangs onto my hand a little longer than the others when we shake at the end of service. He always makes time to counsel me. Etc.

Well, a girl like me is born to own. I am born to conquer–even though I am young. I know how to use and I know how to abuse for my own benefit. The reason I go to church as nothing to do with God. I don’t even fucking believe in God–innocent giggles. Isn’t that hot–to not believe in God but go to church to seduce the minister. The religious have the most perverse among their ranks–the higher up they are the easier they are to taunt, capture–OWN OWN OWN.

The little yellow dress having done the trick I sat in his office for yet another counseling session. Of course I started to feign that I was thirsty and then I started to cry about my poor relationship with my anti religious parents. Then I started to lure out of him that he is lonely too. We hugged, we kissed…then I had him bury his face into my pretty cotton panties for pussy worship phone sex. I rubbed his head…the good preacher and told him I wouldn’t tell for half the cut of the offering plate. He agreed.

And so now I own him–he worships the proper Goddess–the pink saturated slit between my legs….that’s as it should be.