He admonished me to control my protestant fiancé’s sex urges until the wedding vows were exchanged. Once they were, I was to submit to them but not...use birth control.With my veracity established, the admonishment was my cue to put my fiancé’ into the priest’s good graces. While I admitted my fiancé liked kissing, I confessed truthfully, it was he, not me who drew the sex limitation line before marriage. With the marriage date confirmed, I was okay with his sexual urges but my fiancé’ insisted I. “What? Why? You’re doing great!”“And if you don’t want me around, you could just say so!” she said, tears running down her cheeks.“Tasha, what the heck are you talking about?” I asked.“If you don’t want me, just say so!”“Tasha, I am totally lost here!”“The new policy! You did that because you think I want to go to bed with you! You could have just said ‘no’!”“What? Tasha, the new policy has nothing at all to do with you! Nothing!”No, it had to do with Kaitlin, but I couldn’t tell Tasha that,. “We'll be your good sluts,” moaned Milly.“Such good sluts,” groaned June, squeezing her big tits.Other women gasped and groaned, nodding their heads. Such lust was in their eyes. Several were openly masturbating, hands plunged beneath the table, leaning back in their chairs as the pleasure rippled through their pussies.“I'll be a good slut, Ji-Woo,” my secretary purred. She had moved while I was spanking Britney, coming up to stand beside me, her skirt bunched around her waist, her. She dropped her pencil and whirled around in her chair, facing the door. Her heart was beating unnaturally loud, and her hands began to tremble. She knew if she remained quiet, he would probably go away; but what if he had been watching the building and had seen her come in? What if he knew she was there? He might continue banging on her door and there might be a scene, and he might say something which... Oh, God."Who is it?" Her voice was nervous and quavering.There was a second of silence,.