I was uncertain we were not actually in San Francisco rather than Maine. And Emma was as tattooed and pierced as they come. A true punk goddess. But a...l of that slid into the background for me as the music, and the beer, began to take hold of Mona. Her head bowed, it lolled on her shoulders as they swayed to the rhythm of whatever soulful tune it was that played from the stereo. The melody seemed to shudder through her like a soft sneeze as it caressed its way down her just slightly rounded. Without thinking too much about it, my hand had already resumed the task of rubbing, squeezing, and stroking myself from flaccid to erect. At the same time I was consciously thinking that this was odd, this was exciting, and this could be a psycho Lorena Bobbitt in my room. I continued stroking and she released the door handle and took a step toward me. Thoughts of odd and exciting were quickly shoved away by thoughts of psycho Lorena Bobbitt. When I stopped stroking and was just looking at her. This made her mouth long for resuming its normal duties, and led her to squirm on his cock. However this seemed to be having little effect on the man as he kept up the painful hold on her hair and used it to push in and out, caring little if she managed to breathe or not. Together it made the hapless girl wish the ordeal would end as soon as possible – somehow her fantasies had never counted the problems of breathing.Luckily for her Abdul was nearing the second orgasm of the evening. He found. Delores bit her lip to supress a scream asshe writhed and wriggled with lust. This was what sex was supposed tofeel like. She might be being coerced into giving the Vicar what hewanted but she had to admit that she liked what he was doing to her.She hated him for violating her when she was most vulnerable but sheabsolutely adored the pleasure he wrung from her.Suddenly there was banging on the vestry door."Are you in there Vicar?" called Dorothy Clinton, one of the volunteerhelpers, as she.