Jennifer could fell the Father Confessor rubbing her bum and he was mumbling to himself.Then he slapped her with his hand,it was hard.Another slap and...Jennifer jerked her body,she felt his penis move."Stay,still Mrs.Dineen or this will get a lot worse for you,"the monk said slightly out of breath."Sorry,Father,"Jennifer replied. More slaps followed and Jennifer felt her bum really begin to sting.The Father Confessor was clearly enjoying himself as Jennifer felt his penis move again.His hand. I sat down and started enjoying the movie.After a few mins my eyes went on my teacher and was shocked to see her fingering her chut.I cud never imagine that she would be such a bitchy whore.She then looked at me and started smiling.She then told me that she wanted to ride on my cock for a long time but never got a chance.She told me that her husband remained ill most of the time and cud not fulfill her desires .I was now sure that this was my day.She asked me if I had any feelings for her.I. She got a job at the bank, ironically the same bank that still guarded a fortune that was hers, but which she still thought of as blood money. She was aware that, while he was involved in his missionary work, Robert had somehow obtained a college degree. Access to personal accounts gave her the information that he drew from his own fortune from time to time, but not in large amounts. He used less than the annual interest his account earned. She took comfort in seeing those small transactions,. She didn’t want my baby. It wasn’t my baby she wanted.With slow, acid words and anger building within I finally asked. “So, if not mine, whose baby? Callan’s baby, the baby you lost all those years ago? A baby for the man who thought he’d never be a father.”Jill just looked down at the ground, unable to meet my gaze. Of course not Callan’s baby. She’d answered that one days ago when she chose to stay in LA. And it wasn’t his ink settling into Jill’s skin right now, or his initials intertwined.