Francine wondered if she might be getting to drink soon herself. The sun was getting higher in the purple sky by the minute and her distress more acut... with every second. The slave girl took the pitcher back inside the tent."'Tis thirsty work, whipping the newly arrived slaves." he laughed at the bound women. "And the whipping is not yet done, my saucy wenches!"Francine felt anything but saucy! She had never felt less saucy in her life. Even though it was so wildly improbable, she knew she was. ”“Okay.” She slowly walked towards the room. The mechanic could not help but keep his eyes locked on her ass, which was covered by a tight pair of black jeans.Nina sat down and played with her phone while her car was being repaired. She would occasionally look over to see how things were going, but she trusted the mechanic enough not to worry. She would also occasionally look over at the man. Even though she was in a relationship, she knew that he was good looking and, in her mind, there was no. So they decide to sell indulgences.According to Rome, indulgences will shorten the time in purgatory before they get to heaven. The Catholics believed that believers get into heaven, but they have to be cleaned or purged of sin, so purgatory is like a doctor’s office where the sins are removed like gallstones, except that they don’t give you anesthesia, so it hurts a real lot. The difference between purgatory and hell is that purgatory is temporary and you’ll get to heaven in the end, but hell. I do. I slide them down my legs to the floor. Your fingers move with intensity and find their way deep within me. I am already wet. You begin to circle slowly with your thumb as your fingers continue to thrust inside of me, deep, pressing high into my g-spot. My breath begins to tremble as you move faster. My hips shift forward wanting more. My body moves in, but you stop me. You slide your fingers out, staring into me as you do. I let out a shaky sigh, filled with disappointment. You bring.