I knew my breathing was growing heavier, but I couldn’t help it. This felt so good, and the more I talked, the more worked up I got. ‘Are you thin...ing any of these things, Father Jarrod? Are you sinning, too?’ I knew I was teasing him, but I couldn’t help it. In my fantasy, he was talking back…telling me what he was thinking, what he was doing. He told me in graphic detail what he wanted me to do. Right as I brought myself to the brink of orgasm, I was startled by Father Jarrod’s voice. “Like my nail polish?” Jennifer said in a girly voice, plopping her hand on Roger’s thigh, very near his crotch. He glanced at her then at me then back at her. “Beautiful!” he said, lifting her hand and looking more closely at the nails. “Such long attractive fingers.” “Yes, my wife has...” “OJ. That’s what it’s called. To go with my hair. Haven’t done my nails for months. I adore it.” She smiled. “You’re so sweet.” She kissed him for just a moment too long. “Jennifer!” I almost shrieked. Her. It was when I apologised after she finally pulled the pillowcase from my head. I knew I had done wrong and that she deserved better behaviour and I honestly meant everything I said about doing what ever she wanted. I just never expected her to pick such a humiliating way of making me pay - and the way she described it chilled me to the bone. The feminine underwear she dressed me in, felt like it was branding its outline on to my skin and I hated it. Even worse she took my camera and. I can't say it enough to suit me. I LOVE YOU!There was a mad rush to get her in their arms and kiss her form the other five of them, Maria, the girls, and Mel were all crying from the joy of her pronouncement, and Bob, Al, and Floyd were jugging each other until they could get a path to Mel. After things settled down a bit, the three youngsters went back to Al's room, chattering to each other. Maria chuckled, bringing looks to see what was funny to the mothers. "I just hope that Susan and.