This guy doesn’t follow my rules and he makes me break my own rules. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t do this on purpose. If he is doing it on pur...ose he has perfected his “it’s just my nature” act. There’s just something about him that makes me a totally submissive, girly-girl, groupie for him. I don’t want to be like that, but I can’t help myself with him. You’ll see!I’m used to calling the shots. I’m used to choosing who I play with and who doesn’t make the cut. But he turns me into his wanton. My pussy was so wet it offered no resistance and soon I was moaning into James's shoulder, stifling a scream as he fingered me hard. Suddenly he stopped and ordered me to turn around. I did as I was told and I felt his hard cock pressed up against my ass as he groped my tits. As those that have read our stories know, I love feeling used and man-handled. I moaned as his fingers pinched my nipples and groped them roughly. My tits hurt from all the attention but it was so erotic I didn't want it. The Rectory household consisted of the rotund, red faced, Rector and his slim, shy, timid looking wife, who was at least twenty years younger than the cleric. Added to these was a curate, a spindly looking youth, who laboured under the twin evils of the unfortunate name of Gethsemane Goosepath, and of being Welsh. He had a room in the Rectory but seemed to spend most of his time on his knees in the church. There was also a cook, whom I never met, but the food she provided was the best I have. We eventually won 76-74 after Double Over Time and were over the moon as the team were qualified for the state tournament(went out in the first game 56-49). But we beat the enemy for once. As I was on the coach as a substitute and only played in the overtime period scoring four foul throws which I seldom missed from the line we were celebrating on the coach travelling back home and someone had broken out a few bottles of Jim Beam bourbon and as it got passed round it Didn,t take long before.