A stream of golden pee squirted from between her pussy lips and showereddown over the back of the helpless slave's head. Rivulets of piss streameddown...over Jenny's hair, running down her cheeks into the toilet bowl. As thegirl continued to pee, I leant over and began to spank Jenny's ass, slappingeach buttock in turn, smiling at the red glow suffusing across her cheeks.A camera flash went off, then another, and then another capturing Jenny's degradationfor posterity. After ten or fifteen. She kneels between my legs and moves her mouth just above my dick. She sticks her tongue out and lightly circles the tip, then she flicks it over my tip quickly, while continuing to stroke me. Increasing her speed and tighten her grip she traces her tongue down the bottom of my shaft. She goes down to my balls and comes back up. I’m moaning loudly, looking down into her eye, the other still covered by her hair. She stops stroking me when her mouth gets back up to the head of my penis. She lets. Oh my God, he likes me. I thought if I would stand up whole church would see my juices, running down my legs. Yes, I was that wet.“Dear brothers and sisters,” started the priest, “let’s take a minute and will thank God for everything. Especially for women because they push us to love God more.” He looked at me.~Yes, I'm a priest. Well, correction, I will be a priest in two years when I’ll be done with my training. I decided to give my life to God and right now I wanted to see if I can do it. So. She opens her misty eyes, deep and fathomless in that moment as she contemplates her reality. A hint of that wistfulness in her eyes as she flicks them sideways and then drops her chin; a self conscious half smirk on her lips. She tiptoes along the shore, biding time. Sand like powder, white and sharp with the scent of salt, crisp with ozone, shifts beneath her feet. Feet... she smiles... dainty little things, slender legs, muscles that ripple and bunch as she moves, knees that knock only.