The uncomfortable feeling soon subsided as he slowly moved his fingers back and forth. Quickly after that I felt a dose of lube, it felt cool and soot...ing. Martin and George expertly worked my body and I could feel George’s magnificent cock growing and getting hard. I groaned around his manmeat. Martin removed his fingers from my ass. I felt his bulbous head push at my tight sphincter. My body stiffened, with a hard shove and a violent tug back on my hips the head pierced my asshole. "Owww. Roll over onto your stomach and don’t look at me!” Underneath the coverlet, she did exactly what I had told her. I reached up and pulled back the cover. Her slip was still bunched up halfway up her ass, and what a lovely ass! “Pull your slip up,” I commanded. “ I want your ass bare so you can take your punishment.” She didn’t hesitate at all. She reached back with both hands and pulled her slip up to her waist.The sight of her completely naked ass was absolutely beautiful. “What a pretty. She produced a cup of coffee without asking.In Mr Smith's office Professor Wald laid out some sketches for me to consider. The discussion went on for two hours with a coffee break in the middle. I had to decide skin colour, hair shade and type, length of arms, length, shape and span of fingers... The list of options seemed endless.Mr Smith recorded each decision on a tick sheet before entering it on his computer. I couldn't see the screen.One thing was essential. I had to have a modern computer. Maybe I would have to go to confession sometime soon. A few days after that first Mass, I heard that Father Mike was going to be hearing confessions. Maybe this was my chance. I decided I would go and confess what I had done before Mass. I walked into church wearing a very short cream-colored sundress. I knew if I bent over you could just see the white thong that I was wearing. With my red curly hair pulled back into a ponytail, I looked so sweet and innocent at least as long I didn’t bend.