.” And, at that moment, the feather that had been entangled in my hair slipped out and fluttered down. Chris, only Chris with his reflexes, managed ...o capture it before it hit the ground.He handed it to me carefully. “I don’t know why, but it seems to be important.”It was long after we had finished our dinner and now finishing another bottle of wine. We were still sitting around the dining table as I finished my story of the past days away. I told them everything, every detail. I left nothing. ” “Me too,” Cathy responded with a silvery little laugh. ** John smiled as Amber entered, and quickly shut the door behind her. She didn’t say a word as she sauntered into the bathroom and took off her clothes, the plan that she’d worked out with her friend. If Cathy buzzed the intercom, she’d quickly close John’s robe and hurry into the bathroom to dress again, which would give her a few extra seconds if necessary. John couldn’t wait. He’d been at least half-hard for hours in anticipation, and. The priest was a true man of God. His massive kindness for the mentoring the youngsters and adults; his extreme sense for the caring of all in his parish was rumored to be only equaled by his huge sex organ, which if nobody had seen but must have felt curving down to his knee and swinging between his knees when he came wearing the Holy gown for delivering the sermon. Some spoke of his two staffs instead of only one, which he held in his hand as he walked in. Father Paul was truly a magnificent. Emma moans, then goes rigid as he presses the button sending the blue arcs through her pussy lips starting at her taint, and very slowly working up. He keeps the button pressed, not giving Emma any rest. She Gurgles behind the gag jerking and thrashing as the pain drives her into madness. The view of the room through her eyes narrows down to a small tunnel, her guts churn with the pent up orgasm she won't release. Then the arc reaches her clit, and Emma sucks in a breath hard, not believing the.