”“Of course we do, my dear. You should know we only let people be servers if they are very good and pretty much without sin. When was the last tim... you’ve been to confession?”“It’s been over a year, Father. It sort of slipped my mind I guess.”“Don’t worry, Claudette. I can hear your confession right now.”I was dreading the question. I hadn’t been to church since I moved here from Canada. Well, that was all going to change. A quick confession and I’m free as a bird. The Catholic Church sure. Ryan, now unhampered by my panties, continued to drive me crazy with his shallow fingering, but he added to my frustration, by rubbing slow circles around my puffy, throbbing clit. My eyelids fluttered, as my hips pumped up and down, trying to reach that just out of reach pinnacle. “I was right, pretty Bella. Your little cunt is soaking wet and such a pretty shade of rosy red,” Xav drawled. “I don’t know, man. She’s awful tight. Her little pussy has my finger hostage,” Ryan said. “That. Now swallow it for Master. You took your punishment well today. Are you going to be a bad girl again? He asked her sweetly. No, Master. Thank you for the punishment, Master. She said happily. He kissed her on the lips and held her close to his body. His hand wondered to her ass and begun to rub the soreness away. Get dressed. She grabbed the bag and went inside. She took her shorts and tank top out. She was about to put them on but she felt the stinging pain on her bum. Bruises began to. " He stroked twice more as he decided what to do. His voice was raspy when he spoke again. "But before I'm done with you, you will."He didn't know how much she'd done with boys. He got the impression it wasn't much, but it didn't matter anyway, because whatever a boy had done to her would pale by comparison to what she was about to go through.First, he gave her the kisses she'd wanted ... long, tongue-swapping kisses, during which he stroked her gently, stoking her passion little by little.Then.