“Satisfy my body with your sinful hole.”Lusts burned in the priest. The stronger his body grew the more intense his lusts. All day as he waited fo... Damien’s attack, he had fucked. His office, formerly the weak Faust’s, lay strewn with semi-conscious women fucked into orgasmic insensibility. Their holes leaked the priest’s cum. He couldn’t stop fucking.Even while Damien approached.“Oh, yes, Father. Your cock. Oh, God, yes. Keep fucking me.”Joy, enhanced by his unholy communion, could withstand. They did this for hours, just sitting together, being together and kissing. He ran her a bath and bathed her. He threw away the clothes that she had worn on the streets without telling her, he never wanted to see her in them again. He massaged her, and she moaned with every touch. She could not believe how amazing it made her body feel. Sometimes it hurt a little, but it reached the core of her muscles and she felt light as a feather afterwards. He took her to the bedroom. She was light enough. Clare and I sat drinking champagne and nibbling the delicious food, while watching the women enjoying themselves. Some of them had shed their robes and were sitting on the sofas naked. We noticed that some of the older women had paired off with younger colleagues and were openly petting. The phallic food had been discovered and was being put to good use.We saw two of the younger girls being comprehensively fucked with a carrot and cucumber. Wendy was not neglected. Ten of the prizewinners were. Someone hit the light switch. The light blinded me as I automatically clenched me ass cheeks,just in case, but it was Al, "That cunt tried to bum me!" he said, "We got to get away!" "Join the fucking club," I said, "I twatted him." "So did I," Al agreed, "We better fuck off." "Right," I agreed, as I saw Al wearing a silk dressing gown, "Where's your kit?" "Where' yours?" he asked. I looked around, "Fuck knows," I said, "Shit!" Al opens a wardrobe, it must have been their dressing up room,.