Both of her mothers were already inside the house. The replying voice confirmed my thoughts."Hi. Can I please come in? Right now, I have no other plac... to go." Sure."Marie. Somehow I got a feeling that everything would be turning upside down again.Some fifteen minutes later, a nervous Marie was sitting in the living room with a cup of coffee in her hands, and four women looking at her more or less curiously. Bea was asleep and Luke found the cartoons more interesting than our guest.And I? I did. 5 PM' was all the note said but that was enough. Freshly showered and wearing a short kilt and white blouse but no panties or brassiere she knocked on his office door."Good afternoon Daphne," the minister said formally and properly as if he was afraid someone else might be listening. After the door was closed he immediately led her to the adjoining room, the side of her defloration and took her gently into his arms. Her soft mouth opened readily to his tongue and as he sought the buttons and. He stood as I entered and I hoped that was a good sign. “Mister Bock.”“Steven Thompson. The man who married my wayward daughter and took on her ... baby.”I watched him hesitate over what word to use. At least it was not a pejorative. “Yes, sir. I married a beautiful, intelligent and very talented young woman. That she had a history mattered less to me than her character, her personality and her gift.” His expression was – I suppose neutral is the best term – and I went on, “She’s completed a. .and force them into my mouth "Don't fight it" you whisper "just keep it there". I look at you shame covering my face as my panties fill my mouth and I notice your hand graze your covered cock. We drive into your driveway and you finally give me permission to remove the panties from my mouth and place them in my purse. I follow you into this house and into your bedroom you ask me to lie down on your large bed and close my eyes, I comply automatically frightened to disagree with your rules. You.