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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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For as long as I can remember, my best friend has always been this guy named Brian. Brian has always been the fastest guy at everything we did. So much so, that in order to keep up with him you had to chase him. After a while, that's what we all started to call him. Chase and I did every thing together, even if I had him by two years. Over the years, our family's got close as we got closer. By the time we got to high school, we were calling each other's mother mom.

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Just a taste for all those who dig the sickness in my mind. It will be a while before I can complete my new stuff as I have things in my life coming up to take my time. But it is time that will hopefully recharge the mind's eye and focus it to a better level than before. To those of you waiting patiently for Becoming the Dominus 4 it is under construction and will hopefully be out soon. Enjoy this little tidbit if you will and feel free to enjoy it. By the way this is a work of fiction so I did borrow a name or two but not anyones intentionally.

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The Gash was the worst beat in town, and being the cop working it meant that you had three options: get promoted and get reassigned, leave the force, or wait to die. Cops had a shorter lifespan in The Gash than a white-girl's virginity did in a rap concert. I had worked this beat once, before I took done a cop-killing drug-dealing Puerto Rican slut named La Zorra and made vice. There was no need for me to come back to this shitty-ass place, but I wanted to. The Gash was my connection to someone I cared about. Someone who needed my help.

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