Every part of me seemed to be wired to my pussy, and wherever Daddy's roaming hands touched gave me a sexual thrill—my thighs, my ribs, my stomach, ...y breasts. Before I knew it I was moaning in pleasure and Daddy was pounding in and out of my pussy. He wrapped my legs around him and pushed in further. I cried out as he hit my cervix repeatedly, but I loved the feeling of his balls slapping my ass. "I think that you can't get enough of this, Slut," he whispered in my ear. "You're pussy is so wet. Our practice would be to give you a new name at your chrismation and that would be the name by which you would be known in the church. Mostly you can pick, with the guidance of the priest. For the case that on ordination or tonsuring, if you were to be a nun, the bishop or abbess could confer on you any name of his or her choice.”“Being Lutheran is WAY less complicated! An hour on Sunday morning, prayers before bed, and that’s about it!”“How is school going, Jocelyn?” Tasha asked.“Good. I’m. I'd always known Shaun to be a sensitive guy, a little cocky and tough-talking on the outside, but kind and thoughtful underneath. He had a definite, meticulous attention to detail and he certainly saw more goodness and potential in people than I did; perhaps that was an indication of his artistic ability."You're quite the Renaissance Man," I murmured, the touch of Shaun's sure fingers on my breasts driving rational thought from my head. "Athletic, artistic, and attractive? How is it you. There was a pack of polishing rags in the boot, they like these cars to be kept gleaming. I stuffed one in his gob and tied another over his mouth to keep it in place. Used others to tie his hands and feet and finally lashed them together with his necktie to stop him moving about when he eventually came to. He couldn’t move much anyway, jammed up against those heavy cases. Jeez, I thought, this Susan woman was either one big broad or she likes to wear a lot of boots, those cases sure weren’t.