As usual her father had shaved her underarms, legs and needy pussy and then pumice smoothed and oiled everything after she sucked his small penis to r...gidity and ejaculation, barely a dribble.Poor daddy, she thought, as she eased her full, young breasts into her front-closing, strapless shelf bra which held them up so well and created such fine cleavage by pressing in from the sides while leaving the center nearly bare. Her jugs were so full and heavy that she really needed a good bra and had. It's hard to undress with your hands tied, of course, and of course I had to be graceful and sexy -- that's part of the game. (But you should have seen some of the ways I've made him undress!) Still, I managed as best I could. The skirt was easy, as were my panties and garter belt; I left my heels and stockings on for a while longer. I unbuttoned my blouse, and unhooked my bra -- it was no accident that both of them fastened from the front! -- and looked up at him. "Slide them down your arms,". That inspired me even more. I was making him lose control. He was someone else, he was no longer a priest, he was a man driven by his natural desires to release and satisfaction. I couldn’t stop. I was in a zone of sexual frenzy that could only be satisfied by my intense orgasm. I put my leg up on the wall, slid my fingers inside my pussy and I let out a vey audible gasp as I shoved two fingers in my asshole. Apparently, at some point that I had missed, the priest had taken his pants all. You moan. I lick my finger and then insert it into your ass. You moan louder, giving away your true needs. I tell you to strip down to only your thong and heels for me and you sway around, trying to be sexy, but unnaturally so, since you feel uncomfortable, being comfortable in women's clothes. You don't want to seem like you like it too much, and thus be a freak.... but I know. I know how much you enjoy it. Feeling the clothes fit so wrong, be feel so right to you. Knowing that your cock is.