Her expression was unreadable as she tilted her face towards me, fingers going to the zip at the side of her skirt.“I’m not as thin as I used to b...,” Aunt Janet said. “You’ll be used to skinny, perfect girls, not old women,” she added, her gaze locked on my face.“I think you’re lovely,” I told her, willing Janet to unzip the skirt. “Please,” I breathed.Janet thrust her chin towards the window and the world beyond. “Do me a favour,” she said. “Go and draw the curtains.”I got off the bed and did. She had the two of us sit in the living room while she got ready for her fashion show. We sat there patiently on the sofa while she got changed. It was taking a very long time. I put on some music, and dad and I sat twiddling our thumbs on the sofa while we waited. When mum finally emerged we were both stunned. She looked absolutely amazing. She could have just stepped from the pages of a high fashion magazine which specialized in sexy clothing. Her long dark hair was done up high, with strands. Her wish was granted, not by any desire by the Priest to spare her, but by his need to ejaculate. Hearing him sigh just as the prick lodged in her craw expanded, Zoë felt the first spurt of cum pump into the back of her throat. Father Damien slowly pulled out of Zoe’s aching jaw, squirting more of his warm seed onto her tongue. The salty bitter tasting cream covered her tongue and filled her cheeks. Having no real choice, Zoë swallowed as much as she could, a small amount seeping from the. "You know with you promising to give me some work for the next two weeks, I might just arrive home looking like a decent person and can approach my parents with my head up. If they had seen me as I was when you picked me up, they wouldn't even open the door." Oh, I don't know. Have you had any contact with them since you left? They may feel they have made the wrong decision by kicking you out." Don't bet on it. They are pretty prejudiced. I'm totally tainted. I do want to contact them to find.