It is the only way to put an end to this. Yet, my hands hesitate to open the car door. We have not really crossed any lines, have we? Ms. Peterson is ... new member of my congregation. Maybe I am seeing sin where there is none. After all, she bravely occupies the first pew, when most like to hide toward the middle to back.She sought a private meeting with me needing my counsel. Maybe I imagined the extra touches of her hand - on my shoulder and thigh. This beautiful woman may have dry lips, that. Crawling around on all fours picking things up, it was obvious by his lap tent he liked it too. I was so wet. It did take almost two hours to clean. I have to admit I was sore, both from the workout before and now the cleaning. When I finished I turned to look at Mike and was shocked! He had his cock out and was stroking it! It was HUGE!As I stared, he spoke. “I know about you and my dad. I saw you two come home drunk. I could hear you from my room.” Slowly stroking that black, baseball bat. At the bar were the 3 lads drinking and laughing and being a bit loud. Jane sat down and I went to the bar, where I exchanged pleasantries with the lads. I got back to the table and said to Jane, do you want it and she just said sort it. I went to the bar and asked the lads if they wanted to join us for a drink, to withbthe jumpedcatvthe chance. So the 5 of us spent the next hour getting slowly pissed. Jane and the lads flirted with one of the lads putting his hands on janes lovely tanned legs.. It would seem that the Ladies' League had struck again!But it was not the puritanical women who were responsible for Roberta's arrest. It was Paula, as Roberta soon found when she was taken to a cellar and strapped to a table, her hands and feet secured to each of the four corners. In a niche was a brazier and a pair of bellows. In the coals, being heated white hot, were two irons. Roberta had been through this before, as her belly and chest still bore witness!One of her captors removed one of.