I heard Sandra sit back down in her chair. The uncontrolled weeping was almost music to my ears.20 minutes or so later, the bell rung again. I made no...move to answer it. I heard her stand and drag herself to it.“Father Mike! I don’t…”“Sandra White, I here to inform you that effective immediately you are banned from all parish activities including confession! Based on everything I know, I will be meeting with the archbishop to move forward with a bull of excommunication!”“NOOOOOOOOO…”Father Mike. I pushed her head to my stomach and held it there. Look at me She rolled her eyes up so that she could see me You have five rules you must follow at all times My cock still buried in her throat 1. You WILL do whatever anybody wants. 2. You WILL be available for anything at all times. 3. When you are not being used you will kneel on the side of the couch and wait until you are wanted. 4. If I call you over you are to stop imediately and crawl to me. 5. You will not leave the room with anyone at. She didn’t work Mondays and Fridays so that was obviously the reason. He decided to spy on her the following Friday and find out for sure what was going on. Early Friday morning he rang work and said he was ill. However he dressed as usual and left home at the normal time. Millie seemed eager to cuddle him before he left. He drove into the next street and parked his car. Then he walked back to the corner and began to watch his house. It was about 30 minutes later when he saw Millie come out of. Her long hair, so lovingly brushed out last night after her shower, was now tousled across my pillow to tickle my nose. I reached up to entangle my fingers in the silky strands and brought them to my lips for a reverent kiss. Struck with a fancy, I brought the locks closer, inhaling her scent gently. A smile curved my lips upwards, and I gave a subtle tug to her mane. She didn’t notice. Levering myself up onto an elbow, I gazed down at her beloved face, replete in the peace of heavy slumber..