I see a big dark jacket walking down the path towards my door. I let out a huge sigh of relief that he's not carrying an ax or gun of any kind. I reco...nize him as Spencer, the somewhat well off man I've bumped into in the village's only bakery. I wonder why on Earth he's here, I'm sure he has somewhere better to be on Christmas Eve. I lunge to undo the locks just before he knocks. The metal latch is so cold it hurts my fingers to make it budge. I undo the ancient deadbolt while I worry about. On the third night, Kate leaves and then comes back into the basement while I'm sleeping. I thought that I was having a wonderful dream, but I awake to find Kate sucking my dick. She sucks hard and fast like her life depended it...I try and fuck her, but she won't...She just wants to suck my dick...So ok...The next morning Tom returns home in the morning and guess who plants a big kiss on him when he walks through the door. She looks at me like a cheshire cat and then Tom joins the family for. “Are you sure?” I nodded and Joe reached to pull my T-shirt over my head. He kept looking at my face for any signs to stop but I felt only desire; I wanted him to love me. He unhooked my bra and slid it off so that I was bare from the waist up. Joe caressed my breasts and I moaned with pleasure. He sucked a nipple and pinched the other with his hand. Both nipples became hard like little pebbles. I arched my back, moaning, and Joe continued caressing my nipples with one hand and slid the other. If Chrissy met with ‘Father Brian’ again, would she wear the sleep-mask and pretend—to herself as well as to Peter—that ‘Father Brian’ was a real priest? It seemed likely under the circumstances.Jane shook her head in wonder. All this blackmail and self-delusion for the sake of a few erotic thrills. What Chrissy needed was a boyfriend like Peter.But not Peter.Jane emphatically did not want to share him with Chrissy again. But she didn’t have any choice that she could see. And she was sure.