"My prick jerked as she stood up and unfastened the zip on her skirt and stepped out of it, underneath she wore dark tan stockings held up by a narrow...white suspender belt over tiny white panties.She sat back down again to take off her blouse and I shifted position to ease my aching prick,"Perhaps you'd better sit in the examination chair Mrs. Marshall." Yes thank you" she smiled and I watched her gorgeous little ass beneath the skimpy panties as she walked slowly over to the chair,"Are you all. I could do that."Sure," I agreed. "That's fine."She bent over and kissed me again, this time long and slow, with a lotof tongue. Grace was feeling erotically charged and I was thebenefactor, at least for the time being.She said goodbye after kissing me and left me in bed with my coffee. Itried to relax, enjoying my morning, but I found that I was anxious aswell. I had things to do now. Without regard to what the ultimateoutcome of our evening would be, we were having a guest to dinner,. ?Younglady? he said ?are you spying on Sister Isabelle. Where are your parents? Shouldn'tyou be in school?. I told him I live at the orphanage next to the church andI don't know my parents. He introduced himself as Father Gilbert. He askedme to follow him and he brought me to his office, which was beautifully decoratedwith wooden paneling and a leather sofa and a leather chair that he sat downon. I sat in the vinyl chair across from him quietly waiting for him to speak.I was nervous. I told him. Eric was in Jr. High but he essentially had the same schedule as me. So one day when I got home early because of a half day he calls me at home. I unthinkingly answered the phone. He spoke to me for a few minutes and convinced me to come to his house. Although I did like sucking his cock I think I just felt like I was done being gay and that’s why I avoided him. The next day I get to Eric’s house around 12:30pm. When he answered the door he had an obvious hard on. I hesitated but I went in.