At this moment his mouth was gasping open with silent shrieks of despair, his eyes clenched tightly shut, his naked body wracked with spasms and cramp... as he was flung forwards and back, helpless in the grip of a violent rape. Again.The priest was hugely powerful, from the grey stubble of his closely-cropped hair to the gnarled toes that, like oak-roots, clenched the soles of his sandals and braced against the thrusts of his massive legs. His slab-sided face, square and teutonic under its. Yes, I was, a little, and no, I’m not afraid of you. I’m not afraid of you molesting me. I’m more ... I’m afraid ... Oh, God ... I’m afraid you won’t love me anymore.” She was heaving her shoulders a little with her crying, and I was afraid I’d draw a crowd, so I went to her side of the booth and hugged her to my side.“Sweetheart, number one, you’re right. I’m not a person you need to be afraid of bothering you, molesting you, hurting you. But, regardless of what you may worry about me thinking. For aninstant the hand vanished, then it's warm, reassuring touchreturned, this time on my knee. "Your legs look lovely today,"Mistress said as the hand glided toward the inside of my thigh."Those stockings are a perfect shade for you, darling." Fingertips brushed the thin strip of fabric covering my balls. I feltmyself harden. I hoped she would kiss me; my mouth opened inanticipation. The finger tips became a hand cupping my penisthrough the slick panties. "Are you getting hard,. I took my hand back and went over the details of rent and house privileges with him."Good. Write me a check for the first month's rent and the deposit and you can move in whenever it's convenient." Why was I doing this? Was I really inviting this man to be a part of my household? "And call me Sherry, ma'am seems silly from someone almost old enough to be my father." Yes Ma' - Sherry. I'll probably bring some things over the next couple of days then. I'm going to be in LA next week so you won't.