TASTE ME 12

“What the actual fuck??!” Words cannot explain the rage that I was feeling, my chest tightened as more cuss words tumble out of me.

“I have a cassock in there, I just need it and I will be out of your hair.”

I continue to seethe in wordless anger, I assume he was feeling as disappointed as I was feeling, considering we both wanted this, and I drove as fast as possible, breaking every law against over speeding as I rushed to get us to my apartment. Only to get here, his phone starts ringing, and it was his boss calling, because there was some lady about to birth a child and apparently needs the help of the priests. He spun a tale about taking a stroll, and now he needs be there in his cassock.

Stretching over, I grab for his crotch and note that his boner had disappeared. I scoff, I clearly was the only one who wanted this.

“I can get it back up in a minute, but you still have to go anyway. Why do you have to? It isn’t like you are a medic.” Now I was whining, but who cares? Ton