It was maybe the most difficult decision that the Reverend James J. Gillis had ever taken. He ached to possess the busty and obviously available woman...who was lying naked beside... almost under him... but it would, in his mind, be wrong. Sinfully wrong."You're a beautiful woman, Mrs. Smart. I think you're wonderful. I hope you don't hate me for taking advantage of you today?" Oh Reverend Gillis... oh no. It was heavenly." Don't call it that Mrs. Smart. Not Heavenly. Satan took control of both. He clutched his pillow, tears formed on his face praying that his family was safe.As he woke from his sleep he noticed that the day had already started its drift toward evening, throwing a look at the clock he noticed that he slept an entire day away. Stretching his arms and knowingly enjoying the fresh new round of energy that was coursing through his body he managed to make few wise conclusions.The day before he was too tired to notice how his lovers were behaving and hoped that it was not. The guy behind me was the long-haired man and he gripped my ass and pulled me towards him, bouncing me up and down on his cock as Alexander did the same from the front. I tell you ladies, spit-roasting is worth doing! There's something utter filth about it that makes it a firm favorite for me. It was a blur but every single movement felt so fucking good that I was soon on the brink of orgasm once again - the long-haired man's cock deep in me and not caring that someone had already cum inside. I guess they knew what they were doing. I had read of women being marked for weeks but maybe that leather cat was designed to sting and not mark. The next day I got my instructions about the underwear party. The guests would come part way through the morning. Some buffet lunch would be delivered earlier for me to put in the fridge. It seemed that this guy thought of everything. I didn’t know how many women were coming, I guess he just thought I would have to deal with whatever turned up. I was.