.. that either they didn't believe they needed redemption, or that they believed they were too bad to be redeemed."It doesn't matter who you are," he ...aid, "you need to be forgiven ... and you can be. And when you are, it's a new start, a new life."At the end, as everyone trooped out, Zoe headed in the opposite direction to the altar-rail where she knelt. Unsure of what to do, I sat back down in the pew. The Vicar emerged from the vestry and saw her there. He crossed the chancel and knelt. I unzipped his khakis and released a thick bulge in his white briefs. The audience again gasped and expressed jealous and envious exclamations.I pulled his stiff meat out of his underwear and began stroking and squeezing it in much the same manner as I did Blaise’s cock. I worked him carefully, lovingly, as if every sensation mattered. All the while he was pumping long latex in and out of my throat. He’d slowed down a bit since I unzipped his pants.I looked up at his face and his eyes were. She moaned out loud when he did. He held her hips and fucked her savagely like he was in a hurry. She was making all sorts of sounds and I could tell she was in bliss. I stood up and pulled my own hard four inches out and walked around to her face. She was so horny she took it in her mouth without complaining and sucked me like she had never done before. I was so horny I started shooting my load after a minute, she didn't loose a drop. I pulled my limp little dick out of her mouth and joined. Then we dressed him in a red leather dress with stockingsand red high-heeled boots. I made him up as a tart with a blondebubbly wig. Then gagged him with a leather gag, strapped him by thewrists and ankles with leather straps and locked him in. I put thekey in my dressing table drawer next to my favourite dildo.That night, I wore my tartiest gear, tight black dress as loads ofbeads and bangles and went out on the pull to a gay club. I had agreat night and, sure enough, pulled a cracker. Her.