Originally these rooms had had an internal access that the public could use, but he’d screwed that up.“Perhaps we could open a brothel,” my wife... usually know by the family as She Who Must Be Obeyed, joked, after a long a fruitless discussion. At least I think she was joking.“That would be illegal, and where would we get the girls?” I replied. “Unless you want a new career. Maybe the girls would,” I said, referring to my daughters who, from what I could see, were intent on screwing their way. I was suddenly the heathen rebel with a cause, and a boner. I was sweaty livestock with an attitude. Funny, what got into me? I was going to give those parishioners something to think about as they went inside to vent their rotten souls for all the transgressions of the past week. They’d screwed each other over in lieu of the coming Sunday when they would be forgiven of their sins. Let them get an eye-full of my penis, poop, to see how well they were able to repent afterwards. Fucking haughty. ’ Rubbing his back Abbey then whispered, ‘Your back looks clean. Now let me see your ears. Mmm, they look okay.’ Her voice was filled with teasing. ‘Don’t you say a word Sam. Spread your legs, wider Sam lean onto that wall and don’t say a word.’ She said with a stern tone. ‘This isn’t going to be easy.’ ‘What’s not going to be….OHHH!’ Sam blurted as he felt her finger. Abbey’s other hand worked down his shoulders, rubbing her tits upon his bare back. Sam was being a good prisoner as she. In truth, it was by the barest thread of decency that stopped him from entering the bathroom and having his way with her, right then and there.Marion bent over to dry her calves and feet, allowing David to see her brown hole and a better shot at her crotch.As soon as she was dry, she wrapped the towel around her waist, and walked up to the fog-free mirror, breasts swaying with her movement.This was the most dangerous time for David, as the mirror was directly in front of the crack in the door..