A CSI-style ring tone can be heard.
A modern high-tech IP phone can be seen sitting on an obviously old antique desk. Surrounding the desk walls of books can be seen. Many of them look to be well over 100 years old. One wall has a very comfortable couch instead of the endless rows of books and it faces the entry. Eric Gruenke pushes his brown hair out of his eyes and answers the phone. If we saw him standing, he would be about 5'10" and just under 200 pounds.
"Hello?" He answers with a calm relaxed voice.
"Is that you Eric?" John Morton asks inquisitively.
"Oh Hey, John. Yes, this is Eric" Eric indicates as soon as he recognizes an old friend's voice. "We sure would love to have you visit our church again real soon. My parishioners really love you."
"I would love to do that sometime." A friendly John replies.
"Hey, I meant to drive up to see you when you were going through your cataract surgery. I hope everything went well with that." Indicated Eric with honest heartfelt concern.
"The surgery went well. Thank you very much for your prayerful thoughts." John lied.
"The reason I called you is that I was wondering if you got the package that I sent you." Indicated an inquisitive John.
Eric pulls a note laying on top of an open box under his desk out. He quickly reads the typed note:
I sent 8 packages, all of them the same size. I purposely wrapped them up in brown paper packages and mixed them up several times over the period of hours to ensure that I couldn't remember whom I sent the items to. There are some scary people that are interested in what I have sent you. If I call you asking about what I sent you please tell me that I sent you a King James Rice Reference bible, that is what I sent everyone else. Whoever got this your life, and the lives of your family could be in real danger. I tried to destroy the book and the sacrificial knife and nothing I tried would work. I trust that you take me seriously and get rid of these items in a way that you can't divulge the information to anyone, especially me.
Remember, you received a Rice Reference King James Bible from me.
"Yes, yes, I got it, a King James Rice Reference bible. I have always wanted one of those. You should be getting a thank-you card any day from me." Said Eric.
"Ah good. I only called you because I wanted to make sure that you got it. A lot of things get lost in the mail these days." Said John.
"Yea no worries, I will get back with you concerning a time frame when we can get together. Thanks again John." Said Eric.
"Yea we'll have to get together real soon. Take care." Smiled John.
John hung up the phone while looking down at his naked wife and secretary sucking his cock and balls. Life is very good, he thought.
"Eth, I think Eric has the items Jerry is looking for, however, just to be safe he should send operatives to visit all of the preachers." He groaned as the two women were driving him insane.
Ethel looked up at her husband lovingly while kissing Martha and sucking his cock at the same time. John pulled his wife up and began kissing her deeply while Martha began to deep throat his manhood.
"Let's move over to the couch where we can get a little more comfortable." Indicated John as he was taking the rest of his clothes off.
Holding each woman by his hands, one to his right and one to his left he guided them over to the couch.
"Go ahead and take a seat Eth, Martha since you are our newest member why don't you begin licking Eth's love canal and make sure that you don't miss a drop." Smirked John.
As Martha bent over to lick Ethel's pussy you could see the new tattoo on the small of her back. John couldn't help himself as he began to touch it, knowing full well how it would affect Martha. Martha began to orgasm and squirm uncontrollably as John rubbed it. John's cock almost popped as the same sparks being sent through Martha were rocketing through his body as well.
"Oh John, stick it in me, I know that you are about to cum. I want to feel you deep inside me when you orgasm." Martha groaned.
John smiled as he began to push his cock into her pussy. Memories of how uptight and how much she was a prude before him, and his wife turned her, popped into his mind.
Meanwhile....
The hairs stood up on the back of Eric's neck. Speaking with John seemed different. John seemed normal enough to him however something was different, he just couldn't put his finger on it.
Eric picked up the box and placed it on his desk so that he could get a clearer look.
Inside the box was something wrapped in an old leather skin of some kind and what looked like one of the oldest books that he had ever seen. It may very well be the oldest book in the world. A quick look through the pages, quickly revealed that the pages were actually not made of paper. They were made of some very thin skin of some kind. A scary thought went through him, perhaps it is made from human skin.
Another shiver went up his spine, yea right, he thought. Looking through the pages, the language was nothing that he had ever seen before and the drawings on the pages resembled something you might see in an evil ritual book from some cheesy horror flick, and he should know he could read, write, and vocalize Latin, ancient Greek, and even some Aramaic.
Picking up the leather-bound object, he quickly noticed that it felt very warm to the touch. He carefully unwrapped the item revealing an old knife. The knife contained interesting symbols etched in the blade. The handle was made from bone all though he couldn't make out which creature donated to the cause. It also contained symbols he had never seen before.
Eric picked up the knife in his hands. Immediately, a jolt ran through him. It delivered pleasurable sparks to his groin. Many various images flew into his mind of various women in his church and others that he knew that he thought were sexually desirable began to fill his mind. He never had actively even considered them sexually before now. Now his mind was imagining sexual positions that he had never even explored with his own wife.
Cindy, one of the most delectable creatures that he had ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on in his church service was front and center in his thoughts. She was sucking his cock letting him know how wonderful he tasted and how she couldn't wait to have him shove his wonderful magic stick into her pussy.
Suddenly, the phone rang breaking Eric of his thoughts. Eric dropped the knife while noticing his other hand had been diligently stroking his now hardened cock. Oh, my exclaimed, Eric.
"Hello?" Indicated a Eric as if the person on the phone could see what he was doing.
"Eric, you are in danger. Remember you have friends just a prayer and a phone call away. May God be with you." Said a strange voice that Eric had never heard before.
Before Eric could even answer the mysterious voice, the phone was dead.
