The smooth, soft delight of her nylon slip greeted me when I touched her... we kissed hard and long. I let my hands wander all over her back.. her as...... her tits. I lifted the slip to see what kind of panties she had on. They were nylon and low cut. I ran my fingers into her butt crack and deep between her legs. She was so wet that she had soaked through the fabric. While I was feeling her up she was dropping my pants. She pulled my cock from my boxers and rubbed me slowly as we. They looked delicious and she was tempted to enter it to buy some. Instead, she turned back to watch the church. What was going to happen in the church was going to be more interesting.Oscar stopped in front of the doors of the church. Confident that he had the attention of all those who were watching from across the street, he struck the door with the staff. The noise produced was supernaturally loud. A half a minute passed before the door was opened by an old man with a graying beard wearing. "Because I'm the only one who might want to hear you, my dear." He was right. Until now she had kept the tale of her tragic life to herself. She hadn't dared to tell it to anybody. She feared that her masters would be angered by her whines. "Come and sit beside me. Don't be afraid. I won't strap you in." Slowly she climbed up and sat next to him, still afraid to stare at him. She pulled the cloak closer to her body to keep her warm and cover her naked body."What do you want to hear from me,. I’m sorry.’ Starting to get up Lisa replied, ‘Fine you’re sorry, you’ve apologised….now go.’ Mitch stood, grabbing her arm, desperation in his voice, ‘Please, wait….let me explain….give me a chance….you said I had five minutes.’ ‘I lied…tough…now piss off.’ Holding her still with both his hands on her arms he looked down into her angry eyes and tried to explain. ‘When I met you I was very attracted to you…you made me feel alive…you’re sparky nature, you’re sense of fun….I was drawn in. I just.