In your butt

The upturned, hurried and incomplete cry of "I'm going blow" stressed a sense of urgency that he was not going to blow shortly and thus giving you enough time to withdraw and receive him over your face. It is going to happen now. You wait a heartbeat for the thrusting to stop, which it does, the man deep in your behind like the man before. An almost light shake reverberating through his body into your own followed by a relived heavy exhale loud enough to penetrate through the thin wall.

"You truly are amazing, I've never had gloryhole sex like that before. I'm not even sure I've ever had sex like that before. Can I please see you again some time?"

The mans plea certainly sounds heartfelt and honest, but what are you suppose to say? That you do this for it is the will of God and that you are his humble servant, so if he commands it then so it shall be? You feel as the man unsheathes his weapon from your behind, the soreness of the hole, the wetness of it. The pleading voices breaks the sound of the television once again.

"Come on, at least let me know when you next plan on being back here? I mean, I was good wasn't I?"

Something in his voice has desperation in it, doubt and desire. Something that makes you think he is going to demand some sort of answer. Perhaps you could ask him to try to open your door so you could leave, but you have commandments to obey from above so you should not give into such temptation. You should just tell him he was good, but you don't know when you'll next be here but when you are you hope to see him. Some may see it as a lie, but if the Lord commands you back here then you shall return, so it might not be a lie.