" She's just like you," Father Augustine growled. He turned and pinched Joy's hard nipple through her blouse. "You'll be quiet when you follow me into...the confessional booth. You will kneel and you will suck my cock while I listen to her filthy sins." Yes, Father," gasped Joy, her eyes wide, her lips oh, so moist."Good, my cottage is back here. You will be sleeping in there from now on."Joy nodded and he let go of her nipple. Her thighs squeezed tight together. The little whore was wet, eager. In truth he was only speaking so to look at her for longer than was necessary but as she responded with nothing more than a shrug each time, the car once again fell into silence.Leaning her head against the hot window, Jessica tried her best to sleep through the journey or just close her eyes but the car was so bumpy and George wasn’t the type of person you’d sleep next to whilst being in his vicinity. She looked over at him with disgust. She questioned to herself how he could even drive with. That is the old story. I had to make a pick-up of a few antique items for some friends at a mall in the area. I had eaten there before and thought I might have a late lunch.It was 2:15 pm when I arrived and there weren't any cars on the front lot. The back lot was hidden. It was where the truckers all parked just off a frontage road for the interstate. When I went in, it was still. There were three men at the bar having coffee and homemade pie. The young man behind the counter said that. Along the crease of your perfectly smooth inner thighs my fingers travel, spreading your musky oil sexual wetness into your skin as I play with your wonderful cunt. I set a leisurely pace, moving my hand slowly back and forth against the curly fur between your thighs, and my middle finger pokes deep into your moistened pussy again and again. I am really enjoying the act of arousing you, my hand beneath your skirt and firmly held between you. Perhaps it is the thrill of doing something like.