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He watched her walk up the path to her door. He checked his watch. She always got home at 6:30, no matter what. He liked that she had a routine; order in her schedule...the rest of her life was messy. She was behind on her rent. She had a decent job, preschool teacher, but that didn't pay much. But damn if she didn't do it for him. He first noticed her while he was golfing.

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He always watched her. She wasn't sure how to take it at first. She was efficient in her job, always followed procedures and adhered to company policy. As months past, she got used to it. It only bothered her slightly. She attempted to have a conversation with him on several occasions, but was only met with silence. Maybe he didn't speak English.

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I was supposed to be on my way home when something drew me to that strip club. I had looked up the website earlier in the day to masturbate furiously over the pictures of the dancers. My masturbation session ended abruptly and I was sent packing to run some errands. I'm just a normal guy and I do not frequent strip clubs. In fact it was only the second time in my life that I had ever gone to one.

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She had come to pray. That was all. Now she was on her knees, gagging on Father O'Reilly's cock. It was so thick. When he had brushed aside his robes, a hot, red slab of meat with bulging veins was revealed and pressed to her lips. "I've been listening to you say your prayers. Why don't you say the Our Father, Ashley?" he asked, still pressing the head of his cock against her smooth lips.

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