Regardless of how much money you pay the church to let you be buried in consecrated ground, you still go straight to hell. I do not know if I want to ...e a part of a religion that turns a blind eye, to the kinds of things that dad, and the people he is associated with do. As long as the bishops and cardinals can count on them to put large amounts of cash into the basket, or fix a church roof, or buy something for their hospitals, absolution is given. It does not wipe the slate clean, mom. It is. “Did ya get your pipes cleaned while you were there?” I mischievously grinned as I asked him.“You’re a little brat, Pumpkin. You keep this up and I’ll just have to spank you.” he countered me.“I don’t really think we have enough time today for you to spank me Dad, you just don’t know what that does to me….” I said to him with a sultry voice.“I’ll have to remember that,” he said smiling. “Where did you go yesterday?”“Oh, I had a Cattleman’s budget meeting in the Springs yesterday thru this. Derek stood up and moved towards me, once again grabbing my hair. He started thrusting in my throat hard and fast. I moaned each time his balls slapped against my chin. He was making me dripping wet, I pushed my panties to the side and slid a finger in my pussy. I started to finger myself hard while he fucked my face. After about five minutes I could tell he was close. I pushed him away so I could suck him properly. My hand was coated with my own juices which I rubbed all over his cock. I. The little wiggle of her hips gripped his desire and he had to have her again. Pushing himself up on his arms, he watched her beautiful face reflect all the need he felt. He took her firm breast in his hand, filling his mouth with her pretty pink nipple. Her pussy reacted, gripping his cock again. ‘Oh, he can’t be for real.’ Heather thought. She’d never been with a man who wanted to keep going after he came. But the proof of his desire was written clearly on his face as he looked down at her.