He was The Devil. I knew that he was going to touch me there. Our Pastor had spoken of witches, kissing the anus of The Devil. It was their pact. I was still, I wanted him to remove the gag so I could tell him exactly what I thought.<br/><br/>I didn't realise that the words I knew, "sounded" the way they did. I was going to have to work on how I pronounced things. Although.. its not like I talked much. Now.. I had something to say.<br/><br/>I did not flinch, I nodded slowly. I understood the score. To be allowed a freedom I must effect a price. The price was allowing him to touch me there.<br/><br/>I had never been touched like this before. It was a sin. I knew that. But, the bigger sin was to not set things straight.