He walked into the Lincoln bedroom, in nothing but his overly long tie. The pale moonlight and dull streetlight seeping in through the window illuminated his bulging, toad shaped cock. He closed the door behind him, quietly as not to alert anyone. I stared at him, eager and nervous. Ive run from this my entire life, these base urges, what ive always wanted to do. I funded those conversion camps hoping they’d find some cure, something that could keep my sinful desire at bay, they never did.

I cant control it anymore, i cant pretend i don’t want it. As i see him waddling like a fat penguin to the bed i feel overwhelmed by the euphoria of the moment, the pure sexual bliss as I finally free myself. Fall to the hand of satan, i can always repent.

He slowly creeps up on to the bed, he stands on his knees over me, his limp dick resting on my chest. I grab it with my shaking hand and i slowly begin to jerk it. His dick expands in my hand, from 2 inches to a whopping 5.

Finally he gives me the order, i turn around, putting my ass in the air. I feel him enter me with his executive power. This is where the fun begins