She did a couple of laps of the room guiding me around with a vice like grip on my nipples, pulling me along by them. She stopped at the desk, pulled ...he wooden chair out and turned it around. Suctioned on to it was a big cone shaped dildo, a mini-fucking mountain and she gestured, "Sit on it, face the back of the chair, and fuck that dildo, get it all the way into you and then sit still." After some positioning and shuffling I slid in and I fucked it smoothly, each time endeavouring with. ”“Why would you care?”I sighed. “Look, I know that you think that I’m a heartless bastard because of the way I operated here. Maybe I am, but at least I’ve not broken any laws - or my vows.”I was almost surprised to realize that saying that out loud, hurt. In fact, it hurt a lot. Especially in my youth, I had been quite a bastard at times, but I had always been an honest bastard. I had never broken somebody’s relationship nor had I ever strayed.This time, it took a moment for my words to sink. I darted my tongue down over her ass and was rewarded with a squeal of delight. I felt her hands on my head, pulling her up to me.As I stood and kissed her I felt her guiding me to her eager slit. She nibbled my ear and said, "I need you inside me and we don't have much time. Dad's making dinner." I didn't need much encouragement, pressing my cock head against her eager wet hole, I felt my head slowly pop inside her.I slowly filled her pussy with my throbbing member, and just as it hit bottom i. ”She flinched, now knowing what to do, but she remembered that priests never lie and that they are god’s messengers on earth so she must obey them.She reached up, her hands trembling slightly and removed her top letting it slip down her arms. She plucked it off and folded it neatly on the chair. She stood straight looking expectantly at the smiling priest.“Now my dear, take everything off, absolutely everything so god may see you as he made you”“Y...yes father” she stammered, but her faith did.