Teasing her older brother about the size of his cock was turning her on even more. "So I hit a nerve, eh? Not more than four inches, I bet!" She laugh...d. "Poor Beth... " That's not fair!" Jack said loudly, trying to reason with her. "You know I... I can't disprove it!" You can't because I'm right," she said smugly. "I dare you to prove me wrong!"When he turned red and mumbled, she taunted, "Any excuse to hide your puny prick, eh? Don't worry, a measly four inches won't offend me. And I. I had also made myself naked.She turned from closing the door and squeaked. Her eyes widened at my nudity and charge towards her. Bailey might have wanted to say something, possibly to explain how we couldn't do it again. I didn't give her a chance to say anything so I'll never know. I grabbed her arms, raised them above her head, pressed her body against the door with mine, and slammed my lips down on hers.Obviously, the 'slamming' thing is an emotional description. If two sets of lips slam. Morale is low enough as it is, and any small thing I can do to assist my men is about all there is left for me to do until, or if, reinforcements ever arrive. I’ll leave you now. But I’m sorry to have to inform you that, from now on, you will be expected to provide sexual favours for my men, and that some of them are not going to be that gentle with you. But I can promise you that I will do my best to ameliorate the agony. It won’t be much, but I do have a modicum of authority even if I don’t. I really appreciate what you did for me. You know we must never tell anyone what happened. They just won’t understand what we mean to each other.” I hope I will never feel again, the way I felt that morning. Dirty, filthy are two words that come to mind. How would my family and friends think about me if they knew what I had done. Nobody would ever believe me against the word of a priest. A member of the community in good standing, Father Myers was well thought of by everyone in South Boston. I.