Fervently wishing it with all of his being. And therein lie the inherent contradiction in The Right Reverend Michael O’Reilly’s life. He was truly...devout, totally and honestly believed in the full panoply of the Christian faith. Though raised a Catholic, he had been unable to accept a life without a woman. After all, that particular proscription didn’t become extant until 1022 when Pope Benedict VIII banned marriages and mistresses for priests. Prior to this time it was perfectly normal and. She danced with four more men that night and I had the same thoughts about Candy and each one of them. The last man she danced with had his hands all over Candy's ass and she wasn't pulling away from him. I knew the signs and I knew that we would be at each other as soon as we got home."What are you thinking?"I looked up to see Candy sitting across from me. I had been so lost in my vision of her being fucked by the man she was dancing with that I hadn't heard the music stop. I shrugged, smiled. " Thank Heaven for small favors," she quipped, then, with a strange look on her face, she asked Ben, "Do you think..." Aaaargh!" Ben groaned. "Yes, damn it, I do. And I think they probably enjoyed it, and God only knows how long I will have a Master Gunnery Sergeant for a sister's boyfriend. How will I ever explain it to my friends?" He delivered the last with a perfectly absurd mock-serious tone of voice. Sandy giggled uncontrollably.As she caught her breath, she regarded him seriously. "Are. I hear a swish and a line of fire burns across my arse. I do not scream,although a sharp gasp is torn from me. My small victory. Sweat breaks outover my body. Again the cane touches my arse, again the swish and the fireagain the gasp. And so it goes, the touch of the cane contracts my musclesbefore the agony of the stroke. Somewhere about the tenth stroke I can controlmy self no longer, I scream, hear a small noise of satisfaction as he acknowledgesmy surrender. Sweat pours from me; I feel it.