" Clad in black robe, a Priest takes me by the hand, leads me to Confession.Closes the curtain, lifts my skirt, probes my purring pussy by a few finge...s."Do this, thinking of our Lord and how He will bless you with an awesome orgasm."Dario, Dean of that Catholic Church knew how to handle his vintage virgins there!Daringly he holds me by my hips, penile penetration, followed by fingers at my lips."Do this in the memory of Our Lord, Virgin Mary and the Holy Ghost, my Love." Eventually he holds my. “Thundercloud, Shaman Jaime thinks much of you and what you are trying to do. What is your advice, and what do you think Shaman Jaime would say?” Miguel abruptly asked.“My advice is to do as Heinrich suggests, cousin. Closing a small wound with fire has its advantages, but he’s right about using it to close such a large wound. As far as what Great Grandfather Jaime would advise, I can’t really say. I’m neither a Shaman nor an old one, and both are mysteries to me,” I calmly replied.A moment. Our subs were dressed like some of the women behind the Windows however we were in very short skirts with fuck me hells and blouses without bras and both of us had our collars. We walked to a window that had a very beautiful female with long blonde hair and she was in nylons and garters and very tiny g string and a bra 2 sizes too small. She mention to us and I walked in and she said that she was a Dom and would you allow me to use your subs in a private event tomorrow night. I talked to our. . something hard, yet soft… parts my pussy lips and it is definitely not a finger. I half whisper, half cry asking ‘you’ to be gentle. Fingers wrap around my throat… stopping my pleading immediately… reducing me to gasping for air while ‘your’ cock slams into me. Nothing gentle about that. ‘You’ piston in and out. I am fighting to breathe. I feel like I am being torn apart down under. Damn! I wanted to be fucked… but this is painful… and yet it feels good… feels damn good. A tongue parts my.