I could tell he wasn't relaxing like he normally does but boy was this starting to look good. The site of that huge dildo slowly sliding into his ass ...ot me going again. I held back though so as not to be to rough too soon. When I was about two-thirds of the way in, I felt his body react and a very guttural moan that I had not heard before escape his lips. He tried to pull away from me but there was no where for him to go. He turned his head and asked me to stop for a minute. I again reminded. “Loucks Residence, Mike speaking.”“Subdeacon Michael? It’s Father Nicholas.”I detected something in his voice that didn’t bode well.“Hi, Father. Is something wrong?”“Father Deacon Grigory had a heart attack. Are you able to come back to McKinley? I need you to lead a Reader’s service tonight, if that’s possible.”I looked at my watch and saw it was about 10:25am. Nate had picked up my car at 7:00am, so I was sure the oil was changed, and the tune up was probably done, but I couldn’t be sure.“I. So we deferred such mutual satisfaction until we could indulge it to satiety in the security of night and her bed-chamber.When we retired for the night I whispered while bidding her goodnight, that I must come at once, as I was too sharp set, and that I would be in the water-closet awaiting the retirement of her maid; I begged her to tap gently at the door when all was clear.So it passed. The dear girl was as impatient as me, and quickly dismissed her maid, gave the appointed signal, and in. There was a double bed in the room with a large brass headboard. I imagined myself tied to the headboard at the mercy of my new Daddy and my Uncles. What was I getting myself into?I looked in the wardrobe and saw rack after rack of woman's clothing. There were all sorts in there – evening dresses, skirts, tops. I could see several micro skirts. On one of the hangers, I saw a French maids outfit. There were several leather outfits and my imagination, already running wild, ran wilder.I looked in.