"I saw this vision of loveliness bounce into my office."Oh, Robby — you got your own office, isn't that cool?" she said."Not nearly as cool as it is...to see my 'Girl, '" I answered. I walked around to the chairs in front of my desk, and she handed me my bologna and peanut butter sandwich."I made them myself, Robby — I hope you like them." Thank you, beautiful — just what I needed. I'm talking to Dad about us a little later." Ooh, what are you going to tell him, exactly?" It's still forming in my. I felt it touch my thighs and screamed. He merely smiled. They must have some muscles to control it because with no hands he found my opening and battered at it, the head of his prick demanding entrance. He pointed at one of his followers. "Grease us."The other one smiled. I felt a hand on my pudenda, touching me. I squirmed harder, but they held me fast, and as the hand pressed over my mound it left a streak of some thick, greasy substance. Then the leader was back, his prick still hard as. Four of the ladies were still in their ‘school’ uniform. The remaining two popped back to their dressing room to change back into their ‘costumes’. When everyone was back together I asked the men to get a chair each and form a semi-circle. I stood up and spoke to the guys, ‘Thank so much for staying back a bit longer but I think it’ll be worth it for you. Well I hope so. ‘Throughout the many weeks of filming,’ I continued, ‘You particular guys have always treated us ladies with the utmost. ”“A tempered response compared to what I would have expected.”“I believe he controlled his emotions because he was speaking to a brother clergyman.”“What do you suggest we do?” I asked.“I spoke at length with Tasha last night in confession, so I have a good idea of her view of the matter, and I’ve heard yours as well. I would suggest the three of us sit down together, talk it through, and then I can report back to Father Deacon Vasily.”I hadn’t spoken to Tasha, so I didn’t know if she’d.