The church her parents were married at, the church she grew up in, the church she still needs always to attend.Donald is a little leery as they enter ...he church, as it has been so long since he has entered one. But then he has visions of Charlotte and Edward in the vestibule celebrating their engagement with their parents, and in the pews, imagining Charlotte squirming. Not what he should be focusing on at all, but then as the prelude begins, he does feel a calm come over him and remembers. "Stop, my friend" shouted the little Frenchman, and he waved a fistful of Euros. Her first feeling of immense relief was followed by one of dread that he wanted to violate her body, battered, muddy and bleeding as it must appear. She was dragged out of the hole and her wrists again bound as Pierre directed the men to firmly set a rough wooden post about 7 ft long upright in the base of her intended grave. With a warm feeling between her thighs she wondered if the were planning to crucify. "I'm not sure it's even fixable at this point. It looks like she's gone, and she isn't coming back." In that case," she said softly, "I can thank you better than I have so far."With that, she took my head in her hands and fell across my lap. I stiffened in surprise as she pulled herself up to my face and planted those big, tempting lips on mine, parting hers slightly to reach out with her tongue to lick across my mouth. Almost instinctively I opened up, and her tongue lashed into my mouth to. I would apologize for the inconvenience and leave. That's when Felicity would make her move. I would come home, and my wife and our guest would obviously act like nothing had happened. Once the guy left for the evening, I would take Felicity upstairs and fuck her like crazy.Then, (and not because I didn't trust her), I told her I would be watching them do it, from the comfort of my car, parked down the street. We have surveillance cameras in the house and there are two in the living room, I.