“See you tomorrow, Subdeacon!” she said.“See you tomorrow.”She went back into the church and I shook my head. I folded my cassock and waited f...r Tasha who came out of the church about five minutes later. We walked to her car and I got into the driver’s seat after holding the passenger door for her.“Did you put Elizaveta up to that?” I asked.“Up to what?” Tasha asked.“A full court press, or maybe an all-out frontal assault!”“What did I miss?”“I came outside to sit on the bench like I told you I. He clamped the other lip. She finally fell back as the initial burst of pain wore off, in the sure knowledge knowing the other lip was about to suffer. But he was a craftsman at his chosen trade, and made her wait, lulling his victim into a sense of false hope as he whistled the theme to the dam busters, unphased by her curses and penetrating stare. It was for her false hope indeed, as he whipped off the clamp and rapidly, that bradall piercing the soft but tough-skin of the labia,. “Listen you stay right here, I am going to fix this, I have a phone call to make. No, you know what, I’m not even going to bother with that,” she typed furiously in her phone for a few seconds and hit send. “There’s been a great injustice here, I am going to bleeping rectify it. Also, go to my room, take a shower, put some clothes on.”“I don’t think I’ll fit.”“Then put a robe on, I don’t care. Just ... uuuugh. I’m not mad at you, I’m just livid right now. Just go, go get cleaned up.”Emily did,. Her movementsfascinated me; she was cupping his balls in one handand rolling them between her fingers as she started tolick his stiff penis, lapping at it like a bitch inheat. (I’m sorry, but that’s what it reminded me of.)I was super-nervous at this point. Here I was, watchingsomething usually done only in the privacy of one’s ownbedroom. I’m no prude, believe me, and I’ve had all theusual fantasies, but actually to be there and to watcha husband and wife.