Each May the priests came, the went into the country in their blue and golden robes and visited all the schools in the country. When I was in the lower classes it was always a happy celebratory day, we made decorations to welcome the priests, we stood on the playground and cheered as they walked in, and we got to eat special celebration lunch, even if they didn’t pick anybody from our school. They only selected five girls each year to come and serve the God. It was a great, great honor, you got to live in the temple and your days would be filled with cleaning and praying and studying the will of the God. Ever since I was young I wanted to be selected. I wanted to be deemed special. I wanted to be swept away by those fancy looking priests and brought into the temple. I would sweep the floors and pray and be the best damn acolyte of them all. I would be the first ever from my school that was selected, the entire school would be so proud of me, they would hang a picture of me in the hallways. This year, this may, I was finally old enough. I had just turned nineteen, I was part of class K, the final year. That was the year they choose from. Two priests came. We waited on them on the playground, we cheered and waved the blue and gold flags we had crafted. I stood on my toes and tried to get a glimps of the priests. I could only see one of them, she was a woman of about thirty years old maybe. Once they entered the school and were welcomed by the director, we also entered the school. Most of the children went back to japanese their classrooms but the girls from my year went to the auditorium. My teacher said we had to change, that we had to put on our ceremonial robes now, I already knew that, we’d asian already rehearsed everything. I went and try to get the prettiest ceremonial robe, but apparently I wasn’t the only one that wanted to make a good impression. All the girls dived onto the pile of robes, tugging and fighting. Last week in our church cumshot there was a sermon about not fighting and being kind towards each other, so I just waited till the other girls were done fighting but then I was left with a lousy faded robe. I undressed myself. The robes kind of looked like ballet leotards except they didn’t have a crotch. It was just a tight lycra top which barely covered our bum. Mine was a bit too big though, so I didn’t have to uncomfortably tug on the fabric like the other girls. I ran my hands on the metallic smooth lycra. It was nice soft and cold against my skin, I kind of wanted to dance but I kept standing up straight. We had to stand in one big line, all in our bright blue robes, we had to be quiet and then the priests came in. They wore long robes all the way to the ground, in the same bright blue but theirs had beautiful golden stripes and ornaments on it. One of the women I’d seen outside already, although she was way more pretty up close, the other women was younger, amateur maybe in her early twenties, she had angelic blond curls and friendly cheeks. I briefly made eye contact with her and she nodded. Maybe that was a good sign, was it a good sign? The priest just strolled along the line looking at us. Now and again they pulled a chin up high, or reality they twirled a girl around. I did my utmost best to stand up straight and pretty eagerly I awaited them, and then they finally stood in front of me. It was overwhelming, those women were priests, they had been in direct contact with our God, they had met him, they spread his message here on earth, they were almost holy by association. I didn’t notice I had been holding my breath until one of the priests said: “Breath girl” to me. They hadn’t said anything to anyone else. I didn’t know whether to feel special or to feel ashamed of myself. One of the priests turned me around. They looked at my backside, there hands around my waist, tugging on my ceremonial robes. For a moment they whispered amongst each other, they nodded then they asked my name. Slowly my head rose to look her in the eye. Both amateur struggling to catch their breath. A Blindfold reality over his eyes. But the stranger stood steadfast, unblinking as he watched Hamden’s naked figure sway side to side, the sword in his hand. Sex was being had but to talk about it amongst themselves had seemed crass, until now. You just relax and enjoy it.” There was nothing serene about her now. But it was always just that." I went back to the cumshot farm and into the barn. “Noooo.” In spite of all the times coaching myself that it does no good japanese to respond, I’ve reacted before I can hold back, straining to try and lash out, hurting him as he’s hurting me. Nothing happens other than my bracelets giving an obvious clang. As you know, I have an exceptionally large penis, even flaccid. “Yeah.” I replied a little shakily. I greeted her "Good morning, baby" Right before I eased up behind her and kissed the back of her neck. As he pulled his cock out of me it created a vacuum and felt like my pussy was going to go inside out. I ask her. “No, we have to talk about this more,” I begged. He tried to move his fingers and he tried to open his mouth, he could not. “You weren’t being a friend.” “Because I will not allow her to.” The succubus hissed, a forked tongue slithering from her lips, “I am the only voice the matters now.” I saw Allison and Belinda. Your ex is calling the police. I savored the tangy taste of her, the feel of her silky rubbing against my cheeks. At the moment I didn't realize that I had grabbed a bisexual film called "Switch Hitters". Sam's stomach rippled and flexed as she ground against her. It was warm but we gulped it down anyway. It was a man receptionist and he told me that a package had been delivered for me. That was even stranger, asian but I took it and continued to the lift. Jax was back over by the porch now, helping my dad with the food on the grill.