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“Uh, okay…sure.” I said with little conviction. Carol looked around the island, finally spying what she wanted. She leaned over and grabbed a bottle of olive oil.

“Oh, God...” she moaned, her eyes wide and fearful, but she didn't try to stop me as I climbed up and lowered myself into place against her mouth. And this time, since she had her hands free, I even got to enjoy her clutching at my butt! Daddy snuggled into place behind me just like last time, kissing my neck and playing with my titties. He'd had enough time to get hard again now, and he was rubbing pleasantly along the cleft of my ass. We'd definitely have to do something about that soon... but not just yet, not until Mommy was done making me cum again, first!

Maybe you and I do deserve to suffer for our wrongdoing. If that’s so, then it means that when things get painful, when things get difficult, we don’t have the luxury of quitting. We don’t get to end our lives to escape what we did. Whatever form the pain takes, we bear it, we endure it, we welcome it, all while we try to make this world a place where people like us, like how we used to be, have no place, and the people who would be hurt can instead live in peace. The next time you encounter an obstacle you cannot overcome, when you just want to curl up into a ball and quit on the world, remind yourself that you don’t deserve the peace of surrender. You have to keep working, to keep fighting, to keep suffering, until the day when you’ve fully repented.