Confessions were ended, as I looked around the empty building, and locked the door for the night. I was disappointed, but relieved, that my newfound m...stress had not shown up as promised. My loins ached in anticipation of our scheduled meeting, but, I knew I could remedy that problem after dinner in the confines of my room. Perhaps my trial was over and I could get back to tending my flock. From behind , I heard the familiar, soft voice, "Bless me father, for we have sinned. It has been a week. She longed for Paul's love and caring devotion, at the same time, realizing that life was gone forever. Try as she might to fight it, Rhonda was beginning not only to call herself a whore, she was beginning to believe it.After dinner, as often happened, a client/friend of Eric's, a fellow student, called about getting a girl for the evening."Like chocolate?" asked Eric."Sure, why not?" Then come on over," encouraged Rhonda's "pimp".The young man arrived, was introduced to Rhonda and the two. The Englishman entered, and found Morrel seated at a table, turning over the formidable columns of his ledger, which contained the list of his liabilities. At the sight of the stranger, M. Morrel closed the ledger, arose, and offered a seat to the stranger; and when he had seen him seated, resumed his own chair. Fourteen years had changed the worthy merchant, who, in his thirty-sixth year at the opening of this history, was now in his fiftieth; his hair had turned white, time and sorrow had. “This will be our first adventure in our little adventure.” He smiles as he unzips his pants and then lowers them just enough to be clear of the zipper. They are in the car after all, and maneuverability is not exactly the best.With his hand, he encircles his cock, slowly moving up and down the length. He sees Sandy open her mouth. Her tongue dips out just ever so slightly. He grins at her. “Would you like to suck it?” He knows that she cannot quite suck it, but he has no other way to describe.