Description: Since I got into this world of being an escort for the Cabal, taking care of the needs of important men across Europe, I have learned many things, such as being ready to serve, whoever and whenever I am told, no questions asked. I have also learned to keep my mouth shut about anything I hear or have learned, or it could mean my life. My first assignment was with Milo who gave me a lot of guidance. Frankly, hearing Milo’s instructions I got chills running through me, NO, I was scared shitless. What have I gotten myself into, realizing there was no way out. In that assignment, Milo and I both served a big mafia boss, one part of me was shaking and by the end, I got into it and could not get enough, looking forward to my next one. Today, I received a text to be ready at a specific time and to be standing outside. Once again, a big black car comes to the curbside where I was standing. A man opens the door, motioning me to get in. Once in the car, I was told very little other than to say I would be taking care of an important man and to follow the same instructions as before. I gave a simple nod of my head, saying nothing. When we got to the building, the man in the back with me told me to follow him and we went up to a suite where he said to wait. On the way I heard voices of a lot of people in a big room. Once in the room the man turned around, shut the door, locked it, and left. I sat down on an ottoman and waited. About ten minutes later, the door unlocks, opens, and strutting in is this really tall handsome man wearing all black, smiling, almost salivating as a wolf to his prey. WOW! I did not know his name until later, Nico Zetta, a priest. He held his finger up to my lips to be quiet, saying that the people were almost gone. I realized that “sometimes it just takes extra care, making the big guys feel that they are important, powerful, show them a good time, and they give you what you want.” Mr. Zetta had me take off my clothes, so I gave him a little show, getting up close to him. He loved it and had pulled his dick out of his pants. And then I got a good look at his huge throbbing uncut cock. OMG! I am liking this job better every day! Once undressed, I slowly leaned down and started sucking his cock. His cock tasted different, but was awesome, especially when the head poked out. I now knew the attraction that men have to the intact foreskin and hate that mine was cut. He was loving my sucking, saying “good”, and calling me “boy” and “baby boy”. I did not care, just going with it. Then he had me get over his knee, and using his belt, tapped my ass with it in a playful like spanking, not a real one. He even had me count the pops of the belt until we reached ten. The taps were so light leaving me with no marks at all. I would have taken a harder spanking, but maybe some other time. He got me up on all fours and slid in. It is a good thing that I lubricated myself when getting ready, as he only used a little spit and was mostly dry in his penetration. But it felt really good because I could feel the texture of his skin and the veins on his dick. He fucked me in a couple positions before getting me to lay back in a missionary position. Then he became more aggressive, lifting my hips up, holding my legs spread open, fucking me deeper with more force and then said “open”, ordering me to open my second hole, which I did. He pushed in all the way, pounding harder and harder until he asked me if I wanted his cum. I said yes and he pulled out, stood and shot a big load of cum all over my abdomen. Damn, you have to love getting your body ravaged and ass pounded by a priest! I wanted to attend his church. I wished he would have gone longer with me, much longer, as I was learning to appreciate the hunger and aggression of European men in sex, but was happy, hoping I get assigned to him again.