Late one evening after prayer, i was tidying up the alter, when I noticed in the priests dressing room, father Jeremy on his knees, moaning. Worried a...out him I crept closer, esuring I kept my vow of silence. As I got closer, I became flushed with embarrassment. Father Jeremy was not in pain, in fact the opposite. He was on his knees, with his trousers off, masterbating his erect manhood with his left hand as his right hand & mouth played with & sucked on Fathers Deans massive erection. Father. " He wiggled his eyebrows. "We can use code words and everything." Ryan put her head on his chest and laughed. "I really don’t think that'll be necessary. I'm not ashamed about being seen with a hockey player in public." "That's g—hey!" "Gotcha." She laughed and then kissed him. "That would mean a lot to me, Brody, if you could do that." "All right then, that's all settled. Now . . . hmmm. I had an idea, but you need to go somewhere else." "Go? I'm not going anywhere." "Just for a minute. Just. Her hips were wide, her grandmother told her she had breeding hips, and she guessed they were since Laura was highly fertile. Once her husband moved up to NYC they were going to decide if they wanted to have a forth child. Her ass was perfect by all accounts. Her legs were long, but shapely, well curved; her feet, petite and graceful. She was sweet, kind and highly feminine, yet did not comprehend that others outside of her husband might be attracted to her, naive to the leering eyes, dirty. You really wanted to know what was going on and pleaded for him to tell. “we’re going to a pub to meet some guys who I contacted on the net, they specialise in humiliation both of me and you, they all want to fuck you like the slut that you are and make me watch, something we’ve both wanted for a while eh?”We soon arrived at he pub where a group of five men were smiling at me in the corner, I was made to sit in the middle, they politely offered me a drink saying “Id have as much of this stuff.