“The pressure is really starting to hurt though, Mistress.”“Ok, I’m going to remove the plug. You will feel a sudden need to release, but you ...ill need to close really tight and hurry to the toilet, understood?” Heather asked, gripping the base of the plug with one hand. “Yes,” Jess croaked.Heather put her other hand on Jess’ ass to steady herself and then withdrew the plug from my wife’s butt with the same grace and poise as Excalibur sliding from the stone. Rather than lofting it triumphantly. . as I noticed after few mins.she had closed her eyes and started enjoying my warm hands all over her back..I then asked her to lift her arm upwards to see a wound which was stretching from side of her body to her armpit.. she did it hesistantly but I knew that she had already become hot with my gentle caressing.. due to the cramping space my dick was already touching her butts and she had noticed it.. then I came to her side and brought my face near her pits as if examining but I was really. Her bowed head gave view to her virginal white dress with her corseted breasts and waist framing her gold crucifix. During the service the priest had preached about the woman caught in adultery and how Jesus had saved her by letting the one with no sin cast the first stone. She was just like that woman, first with her boyfriend Paul who dumped her then with ‘Uncle Walt’ last week. When she gave her confession to the priest it was from her heart. She was truly sorry and contrite. Now she waited. All those Volvo parts were still in the original Swedish boxes.New water pumps; six, distributors; eight, points, three dozen spark plugs, plug wires, side draft carburetors, four sets of pistons; four different sizes, connecting rods, bearings, crankshafts, camshafts, clutch repair kits, master cylinders; brake and clutch, valves; intake and exhaust, gasket sets, freeze plugs. You name it...if there was one there were two; two? there were four.Oil filters, air filters, fuel pumps, nuts, bolts,.