She sensed lubrication oozing between her thighs at the thought.He complied, although his attraction to her was evidenced by his discomfort. “You wi...l address me as Miss Paris. I will be responsible for your care and discipline. Do you understand?”“Yes, Miss Paris.”“Good. Now there are matters we must discuss regarding your conduct here,” she said in a stern and professional tone. “There are numerous rules for you to learn. However, there is one rule which is paramount, and I will spell it out. "Mmmmm," she moaned in pain as her leg was bent, lifting it high over the cross piece before letting it fall again, this time the wooden cross keeping it from returning to the ground. Father John made quick work of securing her ankle to the wooden cross, but not before pulling her leg outward to the farthest reach, pulled wide, her crotch already splitting. She felt the rough wood on her tender skin, small slivers of wood jabbing into her flesh reminding her of how she was bound.Father John let. Fearless Curtis had lost considerable muscle bulk, his limp had become more pronounced and his complexion had dulled. He had aged, considerably in the time they had been apart. At the first opportunity Matt said to Patricia, ‘Mum is dad okay? He just doesn’t… well he doesn’t quite look like I remembered him.’ He’d struggled with his words, trying to avoid alarming his mother. ‘He’s accelerating into older age. He’s played hard throughout his life and now he’s paying the price for those. He said sounded great, let's go get a drink on it. As we got back into the bar area my wife was not in sight, he ordered drinks, I said that I wondered where my wife had wandered off to? He said I'll bet they are trying out the new dance floor lets go see. As we approached they were surely trying it out. His partner was doing everything but fucking her on the dance floor (with his cock bigger than ever), and she seemed to be enjoying it. His partner said I think she is in good hands let's go.