The slut, the exhibitionist within me, was for the first time completely set free. I had resigned myself to a chaste life with my husband and prepared...to fight the dark urges inside me every waking moment. A fingertip pressed on my pucker. Another finger flicked my clit. Arousal crashed in waves down over me. I came, hard, almost choking on the reverend’s cock, but he pulled back in time and sprayed my face with cum. I had to close one eye, but I watched in an eager haze as spurt after spurt. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against religion, I just don’t like going to church. It wasn’t for me for a lot of reasons. One of the reasons was that I left feeling like such a sinner for my dirty thoughts and explicit actions with my now ex-boyfriend. I always promised myself that I would change my ways, but of course I never did. My boyfriend never had a hard time talking me out of my panties. Fast forward a couple of years to Christmas break last year. The Sunday morning after I. As quickly as possible I fell to my knees and tested my weight on my hands. I was not prepared for him to jerk the flogger from my ass. My teeth snapped together on the fucking wooden clothespin. I yelped and my shoulders jerked with sobs again. I was sorry I had ever wagged my ass at him. "This is a good spot. Hurry, puppy. I have things to do." Confused by his directions, I waited for him to say more. He twisted one sore nipple and tugged my tit from my body, "Go, puppy and hurry." He thought. Zoe was glad Kaylee and Simon had finally gotten together aftermonths of almost getting there but this just reminded her of what she hadlost.The first officer took off her bed and covers and stood up from her bed only wearing a green tank top and black panties. She walked over to the ladder outof her quarters and climbed it to get up to the corridor, and began to walkdown to the mess hall. Zoe entered the room and saw Inara sitting at thetable with a cup of tea in front of her. Zoe walked over.