Suddenly, Grace becomes aware that the girl has been watching her as well. Though her eyes are obscured and dark, the redheaded woman can feel them cu...ting right through the room.“Echo...” Grace hums. “Do you trust me? Do you trust that I won’t hurt you?”“You would have done so by now,” the girl whispers back.It is the truth. But Grace means something different. She is supposed to turn the girl over to her family for them to do as they see fit, which may very well mean harm to the girl in one. Next his shirt. Soon Father Leary was completely nude standing in front of the teenage girl. She arranged his chair the way he liked then sank to her knees wanting to get the confessing part over with. Her little pussy was already damp and had been all the time she sat in the outer office waiting for the priest to arrive.She also thought That young Father Lester is good looking. I wonder if he would like to give her a private confession. The thought made her pussy drool more of her sweet juices. Then I went over and entered the station.The desk Sergeant looked up as I entered. "Can I help you, miss?" He sounded like somebody eager for his retirement."Yes. I'm here to bail somebody out."The desk Sergeant looked up slightly. "Who do you want to bail out?" Head Coach Koke." I know that case. A local high school coach gone rapist." Koke is as innocent as you are." Steady on, Miss. Outrageous claims will not help you."I calmed myself. How I did it I do not know.Evidentially, the desk. Statuesque in her underclothing. Vulnerable as if a suit of armour had been removed piece by piece, leaving her exposed in a way she had never before been.Her satin shift effectively covered her bra and panties, the three garments were all she now had on between, John and compete nakedness. Even effectively covered, she had never been quite so lacking in clothing before a man, other than a Doctor. If it were possible, her heart beat even harder, reducing her to a quivering statue, incapable of.