All evening I had her attention but I never touched her, brushed up against her; no; I remember now. We had embraced at our initial meeting of hellos ...nd how are you. She was so close, that now I could feel the skin of her nose slowly brushing mine, her eyes were still closed as she continued her forward motion with no rush. It seemed that she had choreographed this moment, but how did she know that I would not pull away? I could do. But I didn’t. She moved closer still, even now that we had. I mean, I was already tripping pretty hard. Ismiled at her."Alright, let's do it."Susan's face lit up."Yay! Oh, we're going to have so much fun!"Susan ran out to get a bucket of water so I could get shaved. We couldhear the gasps and moans coming from the two tents nearby. When she gotback she dug through her supplier and found a razor and some shave gel.I reached out to take it from her but she pulled away."I want to do it," she said with a playful smirk.I relented, and she started to lather. How does it feel to be helpless? I must apologize in advance, I am not done hearing your pathetic whimpers yet… Standing behind her I break the straps on her cami top before ripping the rest to shreds. Eager to see her breasts drop from the soft fabric. hmmph, no bra? Why am I not surprised? I try not to dwell too long on her whimpers as she reacts to losing that tight fitting top. I do love the sound though. I dont feel much like inflating this sluts ego, so I refrain from complimenting her. I like having you in bed with me in the morning.” And he liked petting her when they both were awake with empty bladders.“And I like being in bed with you in the morning, too. And I like hearing you sing in the shower. Do you think I could talk the trustees into putting a shower into the Independence parsonage?”“You can ask. Maybe you shouldn’t tell them the reason.” Although they might think that reason romantic rather than erotic. She’d educated them to see that a minister could be a woman..