She got up, put her shirt back on and left the room. I felt kind of bad now, but what could I do? Apologize for the two of them milking me dry? It hur... to even touch my cock, let alone let anyone else try to play with it. It was kind of red, too. I decided I'd take a shower. As I walked towards the bathroom with nothing on but a towel, Grace emerged with her hair dried and made up in a really sexy way. She stopped in front of me, blocking my path. Wordlessly, she wrapped her arms around my. An officious woman strode through the door and bellowed into the room, "Abigail Kennedy please."Abigail got up from the chair, her legs shaking, and her mother wished her luck as a dozen pairs of anxious eyes watched her leave the room. She followed the woman down the grey corridor, out into a small auditorium and onto a small stage. Three men watched her as she nervously walked across the stage to the centre; her heart was beating furiously.They smiled warmly at her and checked her off a. The lights were low, but Abby and I could see each other's eyes clearly. She asked me silently one last time if it were safe to talk.I took another look at my private monitoring system, green board across. Not that it doesn't pay to be paranoid about this. A few days after my ruling coronation to Karbala Domine, the system was flashing red.I had spent hours thinking how to respond. Monitoring a person during the hours of low impurity is a capital offence, and the Priesthood prides itself on its. “So, how do you like the interview process babes?” she asked with a grin and she could tell by my smile exactly what I thought, “I could get used to it” I said reaching across and giving her a peck on the cheek.Sophie is not a fast driver which made the trip across town take longer plus the traffic was building up, I rested my hand on her soft thigh and instinctively she let out a sigh and opened her legs a bit further giving me the freedom to wander, she is so sweet like that!It wasn’t long.