The plastic ones looked cheap and I liked its oval shape and the way the individual rattan strands intertwined so ornately - and it had a lovely soft ...ushion that I could curl up and sleep on too.‘Someone’s going to love this!’ The young man on the till beamed, peering over his counter top in the hope of seeing the four legged friend he’d assumed it was intended for. He must have thought we were a family - and I suppose we were, of sorts.I thanked my husband, and her, as we left the. I explained that where I came from it was the male that usually did the pursuing of a woman.She scoffed as if I had made a joke, “Married men are free to choose when to have sex with their mate. But it would be foolish to let young boys choose when to have sex with us unmated. They are always ready for sex from the moment they wake up till they go to sleep. I, on the other hand, am not ready but once or twice a cycle. (Eight days by our calendar.)”It only hit me at that moment that this. She closed the heavy golden chain, fashioned to look like Mercy’s wings, around her neck and walked to the confessional, opening the door to the supplicant’s booth. Rhys joined her and slid into the cramped, stuffy seat. The tiny space smelled of cabbage, farts and guilt.Celeste entered her side of the confessional, separated from his by a thin metal mesh which did a surprisingly good job in distorting her beautiful face into an expressionless mask.“I need to confess, Mother,” Rhys began,. "I grabbed her tiny waist, lifted her up and put her on the couch on her knees, her pert little ass sticking up, hard throbbing cock pointing. I rubbed my hand over her hard cock and used her own juices to lube her tight asshole. Not in the mood anymore to prepare more, so I hoped she had earlier tonight. I had too fuck now!! Positioned myself behind her and pushed my cock against her asshole. Ohhh tight, but smooth, and it slid in fairly easy. A quiet sob, a deep moan, when I pushed in deeper..