She’s met at the front entrance by a man wearing a terrible hairpiece. “Not a promising start,” she thinks to herself. A nice enough guy, but da...n, that thing on his head has got to go. He takes her on a tour of the facility. “Our rooms are color-coded. They run from cool to hot,” he turns to face the stunningly decked out Miss Erotica and winks.Tell me he didn’t just wink at me. She offers a weak smile in response.“How about we start you off with a drink? It’s on the house. Allow me to take. He got out and looked me over shoved his hand up my short skirt to check for panties, which I wasn’t wearing and he gave my sissy cock and balls a good squeeze. ‘Nice’ he said and pushed over the bonnet pulled up my skirt and fingered my damp hole.There were a few other cars about, so he decided to leave the car park and we drove up the hill to a layby where he pushed me roughly down and pulled his cock out. I greedily started to suck on as other vehicles passed by. Once he was hard he bent me. ..........................As we adjust our pants, Fr. Joe takes the portable cd player and thenwe head downstairs to the old chapel, which has been out of use for manyyears. Stripped of statues, the old chapel is still basically intact. I sitin an old creaking pew as Fr. Joe lights a number of candles. A few of theold overhead lights are on, but many bulbs are burned out, so the light issomewhat dim. Fr. Joe positions a footstool by the old altar. As my cockpounds again in my pants, Fr. Joe. When he looked over he saw my vulnerable body ready to be taken. My legs were bent upwards a bit, and my cunt would be completely visible if it wasn't for the thong. "What's going on?" I decided to say nothing, and neither did Aaron. He proceeded to begin feeling my breasts through the corset. "Aryana! Aaron?!" Still no response... I guess we were just giving him a show. "Guys? What the fuck are you doing?" "Dad, shut the fuck up... you're sort of distracting me." My brother spoke back to him..