Description: Today, I was excited to surprise and see Nicholas Bardem again. It has been six years since I have taken care of him, but back then I was very young and not under the Cabal as I am now. When I saw him, he was surprised at my unexpected arrival and also with my connection with the underworld. Nevertheless, he was happy to see me. Actually, I was somewhat shocked to find someone from my past within the organization. Nicholas lost his wife a couple of years ago but, as part of the clergy, is not able to remarry. To a normal, healthy man, that means his needs are pent up and not being met. Regardless, in no time he was kissing me, stripping me down to my underwear and socks, knowing that relief was coming. He wanted me to go slower than we used to, I suppose it was to make it last longer, especially since he has had no attention in a long time, unless he could find an altar boy to fuck. When Nicholas unzipped and opened his pants, pulling out his cock, I realized it was like seeing an old friend. I moved over and began sucking him, remembering his particular manly smell, fragrant, an aphrodisiac as only a man can produce, and the unique taste of his dick are still the same. I craved it all as I did years ago. His grunts and moans to my sucking were different too, letting me know of his need and that he missed our times together, all of which made me more and more horny. By now I was totally nude except for my white socks and moved down and started licking his shoe. I remembered that he enjoys foot worship. Nicholas got me up and to lean over, and began slapping my ass with his hand, but he began spanking harder and rubbing his hand in my crack between swats. He then moved me into an all fours position and started smelling my socks, moving up, rimming me. The scruff on his face rubbing my tender crack and probing tongue were driving me crazy. I said to him, “Fuck me”. Without fanfare, Nicholas rose, spit on his cock, and shoved in. He was ready with need. In no time he was pumping me at a good pace, but then stopped, pulled out and sat down on the ottoman. Nicholas got me to lean over his lap and began to spank me, hard. This was new between us. But little did he know that getting a spanking had become a fetish of mine making me more aroused, so I told him I wanted it harder. Slap, slap, slap, over and over, he did not hold back. By the time he stopped, motioning me to get up, he called me a “bad boy”. Nicholas leaned back and I slid down on his cock, riding him, bouncing up and down his dick. Then soon, I wanted to change it up. I got up, leaned down, sucking him, tasting myself, from ass to mouth. He loved it by the moans I was hearing, but soon he wanted and needed to fuck me again. I got up and slid down his rock hard dick and resumed riding him but now he was thrusting up as I was sliding down, faster and faster. So HOT! But I knew from the past this fun carnival ride was coming to an end soon. Being a kind, considerate person, he asked if I wanted to cum. Of course, I told him I did and he told me to shoot on his clerical shirt, which he was still wearing, marking the black fabric with streaks of white cum. I came on his shirt which appeared to make him happy. Then I told him to cum inside me and, with a fever pitch, he pounded me until he came hard with ropes of his warm male elixir shooting deep inside me. Nicholas sought comfort in me, using my body, and I was able to provide it. I hope I am assigned to him again in the future.