I'm struggling to keep my rhythm on his cock, because he is working his tongue over my clit so fast and I can feel the orgasm building. He sticks his...tongue inside my pussy and and his thumb in my ass. He then sucks my clit, it's more than I can take and just like the waves crashing on the shore a few feet away, I feel the waves of my orgasm crashing over me. I'm still sucking his cock and moaning all at the same time. Probably is a good thing I had his cock in my mouth or we might have. Anger curdled in the priest. His two charges, Damien and Abigail, had fallen to the undead scourge. Augustine and his whores would put them down. The priest had so wanted to claim Abigail as one of his slatterns, but she was wholly lost.What a waste.“Yes, Samantha, go suck his cock,” Joy purred. “I'll finger your pussy while you do it.”“Thank you for helping me control my wicked lusts, Father,” moaned Samantha as she crawled between the bucket seats and reached for the priest's cock through his. “Nobody. Not even my husband.” “Everybody has secret desires, I guess. Things they don’t admit, even to themselves lots of times.” He shrugged. “So I figured if I could make it come true for you, in a way…” “I’d fall on my back like a damn nympho,” she said with bitterness. “Well it sure worked, didn’t it? That’s very clever, Mr. Ericson.” He said nothing. After a moment she. "He's not naked yet. He has on a thong, but don't worry Martha. He will be naked shortly." She handed me Martha's purse and told me to get her a glass of wine.After everyone had a full glass of wine, Yvonne instructed me that it was time to serve lunch. It was to be a tomato stuffed with chicken salad on a bed of greens. Yvonne's maid had prepared the meal in the morning and then had been given the rest of the day off. A situation I'm sure she found strange since she always served on bridge.