To the complement of Joseph's sobbing wail, the reverend's penis pushed his anus apart and slid into him. The tight passage served to draw his foreski... back, allowing the tender head to feel the full glory of the boy's intestines sliding around him, pressing in and filling him with heat.The intense sensation forced the Reverend to stop often; pushing for a few moments to feel the incredible pleasure of sliding slowly into the tight sheaf of the lad's bottom, then stopping to recover his breath. Ugh, that almost did it.I had to keep swallowing the bile down. Oh, how I wanted to spit whenthe kiss finally broke but dared not."Betsy darlin', when you said this kid was coming to stay I weren't allthat happy. Thought he was a fruitcake and you know I don't takekindly to that sort but gotta hand it to ya, Ashley makes one hell of ahottie. If'n I didn't know better, sheet. As long as I don't gottasee her little thingy, guess I could get right down lovey dovie withthis un. We got a deal. . After that, she asked me to clean up and leave for the day. Then from that day onwards we chatted regularly. She always used to abuse me while chatting and gave orders and made me send her photo of that to her to prove that I did as she ordered. I had to give her details of what I am doing the entire day and she used to ask for snapchat any moment to check whether I am telling the truth or not. She ordered me to wear an adult diaper to work and send her snap from office washroom, asked me to go. The moment of truth. My sister had stopped fidgeting in her seat—whether that meant her arousal had faded or if she was just trying to conceal it from hypothetical me, I didn’t know, but I hoped that it would still have an influence over her actions.“I explain that it hurts when I touch it. What do you say?”“Oh!”My sister practically yelped in surprise, by far the loudest she’d ever been in one of our sessions. Thank goodness Mom wasn’t home ... of course, if Mom was home, I wouldn’t be.