I prayed day in and day out and knew that God had heard my prayers. I knew he had forgiven me. I could hardly forgive myself. I had put in for a sa...batical and was granted one. I needed to clear my head and decide if I wanted to be a priest anymore. *I left the church and began on my journey. I prayed while I drove. I had pulled down off the highway to try and find a restaurant. I was hungry and needed a break. That’s when I saw her. She was a confident young woman. She too was doing. We made our way past all those seated and sat right on the front row so that everyone could see.I could feel my cheeks glowing rosy red, and the contrast against my primrose frock must have stood out like a sore thumb.The service went on and on but passed without any further mishaps and on the way out I was introduced to all of Aunties friends and the vicar, who seemed delighted to meet me, and winked at Auntie, when he said we must have supper together soon ladies, I gulped at the prospect…We. Its been a few years back Donna, but I am a past Master in the BDSM craft. Do you know what that is? Sort of Dano–you mean like the whips and ball gags–nipple clamps and such? Its a damn billion dollar a year business in the U.S. alone, and my ideas could possibly get us a large piece of that pie. So whatcha got in mind? Donna was a bit of a dominate herself–I could tell from our first encounter when she tackled me onto a couch. Im telling you all this not only to keep you informed–but to try. "Oh looky! You're all stiff again!"She said she was too tired, so she had me beat off until I was close. Then she took over and pulled me towards her and clamped her lips over the head. She sucked at exactly the same time as my first spurt rocketed into her mouth and I thought my whole body was going to shrivel up and shoot out of my dick. She was still holding my cock when there wasn't anything left in me and she took her mouth off. She kind of munched on nothing and swallowed."It's nothing.