“Your daughter.....” he added, his voice fading under the ominous sound of deadlocks turning and chains rattling as the door opened. A tall man w...aring a tweed jacket and sporting a dog-collar introduced himself as Alistair Bainbridge, the vicar of St Andrews Methodist Church and the father of the girl. After a brief explanation of the events at the Bay Horse pub the vicar seemed unperturbed, but nevertheless thanked him for returning his daughter. The discourteous movement of the door. Janice came back up after Christine's orgasm and kissed her deeply. Christine could taste her own pussy in Janice's kiss. Janice looked into Christine's eyes and brushed her hair away from her pretty face."I take it I did a pretty good job huh?"Christine smiled sweetly and touched Janice's face. "Oh yeah! I've never felt anything more incredible. I'm in love with you Janice."Janice blushed. "You got me so turned on Christine. I wish I had one of them toys we could play with." You mean a strap. She held it there, breathing in deeply through her nose and out through pursed lips, heart thumping like it might burst out from between her light brown tits, perfect almond eyes softly closed, as she tried to relax herself for the task at hand. This wouldn’t be the first time she’d had a cock up her arse, but the only other time she had it was so painful she’d cried her eyes out, not that her ex had cared. This guy was, in truth, no less sadistic than her ex, probably even more so, but he had. This particular night they arrived just as I was leaving, around twelve-thirty, they slowed down as I crossed the parking lot and called out asking 'are y'all closed already', I smiled and answered 'for about forty minutes, you got here a little late to get anything'. Susette was driving, as usual and quickly pulled along side me 'you don't even know what we were gonna order'. I smiled and said 'one vanilla shake, one coke and an order of fries'. The two of them laughed and asked 'if we.