Next Saturday I went straight around to the Ministers Manse and again he brought me through to the large room. He dressed me in his wifes white wedding dress. The white wedding dress his wife wore forty years ago. The bloated skirt full of ruffles and lace was soon up around my waist and the Minister was pumping away inisde me. This is how I lost my virginity, I felt so much self disguest and shame. He told me I looked good in it, just like his wife before she got "old and fucking fat". 

 "oh my god" He moaned " Oh my Christ" I could feel he was nearly there, so I moaned back pretending. He called me a little tart for faking it, and told me he did not like the idea of me actually enjoing it, but liked the idea of me not enjoing it and having to pretend. He told me I might be young and pretty, but he was older with money, and when you have money you don't need to worry about tarts enjoing it, it was more fun if we didn't.  

It was compeletely degrding having to have sex with a sixty year old man, for what I know now was a pittance. He was a repulsive, reptoillian slobbring old man, but I was pathetically desperate for money. He moaned some more and then I could feel him spurt is cum inside me, he made sure to drain it all off in me. He rolled off me and asked if I enjoed it, and I told him it was wonderful. He stood above me, and told me to clean his cock, when I started looking for something to wipe him with he laughed at me, and told me to use my mouth, and to hurry the fuck up. I didn't want to fail at this and upset him, so I liked the cum still oozing from his cock, and licked his shaft clean, and kept licking even after he was clean. 

He told me next time he might make me wear his granddaughters school uniform and make me call him granddaddy. I took off the dress, and picked up my money and left.