Even bring her legs up.As Donald ties her to the bed he speaks to her, “Emma, you seem to have progressed well this week. Learning how to behave so...wonderfully for me. Perhaps your punishment was a blessing in disguise for both of us. You seem to be understanding what is expected of you to get what you want and need. But in time, what you think you crave now, will become almost unimportant compared to what you will come to desire. You will know what you have to do, and lust to be able to. Without hesitating, I began to kiss her inner thighs lightly. “What are you doing?” she asked while taking in a huge breath. “Repaying you for the favor you did last week.” She was trying to push my head out from under her dress, but I persisted, getting closer and closer to her pussy which had now begun to drip with her juices. Seeing that persuaded me to tease her a bit more, so I kept kissing her thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy lips, but drawing away at the very last. Father Michael hoped that his eyes weren’t visibly popping out of his head because it felt as if they were. The boob-top was almost see-through and he could see the nipples of her slightly upturned tits poking through the thin fabric. His eyes flicked downwards, over a flat, lightly-muscled belly to the micro-skirt with the silver chain belt hanging over it.The chain had a silver snake hanging at the bottom which was in alignment with (he imagined) the juncture of her thighs. The skirt was so. Yeah, that’ll work.“Vince, you need to get ready for the party.” I yell in the general direction of my husband. “It’s only a fifteen minute drive, but I don’t want to arrive last.”Ever since the whore, my sister-in-law, moved in with us, Vince has not been worth a damn. Even on a day like this, what should be my day, he just finished fucking her, while I had to take care of the kids, instead of getting ready for the party. God, I hate her.“Why do we have to go to this party? Why can’t we just.