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This is part two of Gwyn hectic day of spreading joy amongst the woman of London. Please read her earlier adventure for more details.
Enjoy!
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After a coffee and cake, plus some work on my gay porn pirate novel that I'm writing, I made my way to my second appointment of the day. Eventually I arrived outside a little church hall that was run by an off shoot of a Southern Baptist sect that came over from America some time ago. Although I'm not very religious, I must admit that I do like their services with all the singing and dancing, over the boring Church of England services that just makes me want to cry.
In addition to all the usual church related activities you would tend to find on the weekends, throughout the week they put on lots of different activities for the community, like Bingo tournaments for the seniors, yoga classes for moms, and so forth.
On the door there was a flyer publishing what events they had on for the week. Every weekday, from 9 am to 12 am, they put a Bingo tournament. The only exception was on Wednesday when they closed an hour early, at 11 am, for 'Private Study.'
I checked my watch, and it was 10:45. If I hurried, I might get in one game before they closed.
I slipped in the door to find the place was packed with old people. Some had dozens of bingo cards laid out in front of them. I slipped down in one of the few empty chairs in the place, next to an older woman with white hair and her friends, as they studied their cards.
The game was being run by three black women from the Church group who owned the hall.
Up on the makeshift stage in the role of bingo caller, was a tiny black woman called Grace. She was no more than five foot tall in a floral church dress, with a perfectly straitened and sculped bouffant hairdo. Because of years of taking care of herself and eating right, she didn't look a day over 40, but I knew that she was much closer to 60.
Serving coffee and tea in the corner was Chasity. Chasity was about my height with a sweet baby face and waist length braids as well as an arse, hips, and breast to die for. All three were huge and round, and unfortunately, safely hidden under her blue church dress.
Working the floor was Prudence. She was an honest to God amazon. She was nearly six foot tall with short hair, and shoulders to die for. Of the three, she was the one that made me regret my 'no dating clients rule.'
Without saying anything Prudence sauntered up and placed a bingo card down in front of me. I looked up, smiled, and carefully handed her fifty pence for my card.
She took my money, gave me a quick smirk, and then walked away.
Up on the stage Grace continued to call out the numbers. "I'm not sure I should say this one here in the Church, but here it goes. Favourite of mine, 69," she called out to a roar of laughter from the sea of pensioners. She laughed along too before grabbing another ball. "Three and me, 23," she called out with a quick glance in my direction.
Chasity dropped me off a cup of tea and in the process gently touched my arm with her big thigh.
A few minutes later, I was really starting to get into the game. All I needed was a 35 to complete the row, when from across the room, an old, bald man screamed out "Bingo!"
The old woman next to me openly swore, along with a dozen others in the church hall.
"Okay everyone, that's all we got for this morning," Grace called out from the makeshift stage.
"Come on, one more game!" the lady next to me shouted as she started banging her coins on the table.
"I'm afraid not. Sister Chasity, Sister Prudance, and I got private study we must attend to," Grace commanded.
The lady next to me grumbled but complied as she began to pack up her stack of bingo related regalia.
I did the same and began to pack up my work bag that I drag around with me. After several of the old people began to leave, I finished my cup of tea and then stood up. With my bag on my shoulder and the dirty teacup and saucer in my hand, I walked up to Grace who was fighting to get a couple of her regulars out the door.
"Excuse me ma'am," I pleaded as I presented her with the cup and saucer. "What should I do with these?"
Grace gave me a big broad smile. "Will you be a doll and take them to the back room for me while I fight with these two," she snapped at the two old men she was trying to oust from their seats.
"Hey," one of the men joked as he started to reach for his jacket.
As unnoticed as possible, I quietly slipped down the small hallway that led pass the toilets, and through a white door marked 'Private.' From there I went past two small offices on my left, careful to make sure they were empty, until I eventually came to the last door on my right which was marked 'Breakroom.'
Aside from a little late autumn sunlight peaking around the edges of the curtains that were drawn tightly shut, the breakroom was dark and empty. The room consisted of little more than two small tables and a few chairs, a sink, the door to the staff toilet in the corner, a large couch that faced a wall mounted TV, and a large wooden crucifix that hung on the wall.
I sat my teacup and saucer next to the sink and then dropped my bag on one of the tables. "Time to get to business," I said to myself as I fished out my puffy pink knee pads from my bag and began to take off all my clothes.
Grace had been one of my oldest clients, whereas Chasity and Prudence were happy additions that came along over the last year. On paper, Grace, Chasity, and Prudence were all devout religious women with families who were 'definitely not lesbians,' however in practice things were all a little murkier. I had made each of them cum dozens of times with my tongue, fingers, fist and numerous other odd objects that occasionally got stuffed in holes in which they didn't belong, but throughout that whole time, other than a little 'friendly' kissing they had never reciprocated. Never once had anyone of them gone down on me--despite the fact I would kill to have Prudence with her big broad shoulders do it just once--nor have I ever seen the three of them do anything actively lesbiany to each other. The three of them always maintained a strict separation between the dirty lesbian sex acts I preformed on them and what I got in return.
Once, before Chasity and Prudence joined the fray, Grace explained all this to me. Of course, to religious types, homosexuality was a sin, but what they meant by homosexuality was what us normal people would think of as hot man-on-man butt action. This left a huge grey area where women were concern. The Bible is surprisingly bereft of references when it came to hot lesbian action, and since sex was all about procreation, there was some doubt that lesbian sex even counted as sex. Of course, over the years as further activist interpretations of the Bible by men were adopted, they began to demonize any woman who actively engaged as a lesbian. So, in a way, the sin became being a lesbian, rather than doing lesbian things.
Grace learned of this gaping hole in Church theology a few years back, while she was on a women's only religious retreat in Northern Spain. While there she made friends with another religious lady who was of a similar persuasion to her. Instead of sneaking off for a little snog and oral sex under the Spanish stars like normal people, the lady told Grace of a method that allowed them to be together without breaking any of the Church's poorly defined tenants against lesbian sex. Eventually they did sneak off to a local village where they got a hotel room and procured the services of a local sex worker who was more than happy to 'take their sin' and perform oral on both of them. Afterwards they prayed for the woman's sins, and they both went happily back to their religious retreat, knowing that they didn't break any commandments or anything.
I'm not a theologian, so don't ask me if this is normal or wrong, or if it works out from a religious perspective. Any reasonable layperson looking at the situation from the outside would just yell "fuck and get it over with," however, given Grace, Chasity and Prudence's family, religious and social commitments, it's not possible, so that's where I came in. Its my job to play the role of lesbian scapegoat and to get them off, and that's what I plan to do.
I slipped off my shoes and unbuttoned my coveralls. They fell to the floor as I pulled my white shirt over my head and then unsnapped my bra. My big heavy boobs dangled free as I bent over to gather up all of my clothing and placed them on to a nearby chair.
The room was an okay temperature, but still my nipples grew rock hard and goose bumps formed across my boobs. Finally, I slipped out of my panties and then added them to my pile of clothes. From there I began to rummage through my work bag. Once again, I pulled out my signature pair of pink, puffy knee pads and slipped them on. From previous experience with these three, I knew what they liked, so from my bag I pulled out some purple medical examination gloves and lube and left them on the table.
I was set, now all I had to do is wait for them to escort out the remaining old bingo players from the hall, before we got down to business.
Several minutes passed as I stood there naked in the breakroom of the church. Absentmindedly, I ran my hand through the dark tuff of hair the surrounded my pussy. Ever third stroke or so, I would slip my index finger between my lips to give my clit a little rub.
The walls in the place were completely devoid of decorations, except for the large wooden crucifix on which a wood carving of Jesus hung. My parents were never very religious, so I never grew up with the hang ups like the three women I was about to play with did. I stroked myself a little more as I appreciated the attention the carver of the crucifix had put into giving Jesus, our lord and saviour, a set of killer abs.
Suddenly the door to the breakroom opened and Grace stepped in. Her eyes when wide and she gave me a big smile when she saw me standing there as naked as the day I was born--well except for my socks, because my feet were a little cold.
"Sorry, some of our bingo players are being especially difficult this morning," Grace laughed. "Prudence and Chasity will be here in a second."
"They seem like a tough crowd," I laughed as I danced on the spot.