As her pleasure mounted, she gave the ball gag a command. But nothing happened.She rocked faster, grinding her hips down upon the cock as hard as rock... She bit on the ball gag, remembering the spirit that lived inside it. And then it struck her. She knew what the missing ingredient must be. She shifted her position until the base of the cock was rubbing up against the outside of her pussy, and most importantly, her clit. So. Very. Close.And then she let go, let go of all her worries, let go of. He dropped his trousers, and pants, opened the passenger door and sat sideways with his feet outside on the ground. I knew what was expected of me and knelt on the tarmac. I was in no way attracted to this guy, would never have gone on a date with him but I was totally turned on and could feel my sissy clit, straining to get erect in its steel cage. My mind was a whirl of feelings and emotions and I was almost shaking with excitement. I really got to work on his cock, teasing and licking and. "My father now grinned.My mother, impatient with the banter, asked if we could get on with things."My first question is this. John, have you talked with Ken yet?" No, why would I do that?" I understand that Jessica had a melt down. That was why Ken was called here in the first place." Correct," I answered."She wasn't able to deal with the problems surrounding this, and it overwhelmed her. You will have your own set of demons that will crop up. If you haven't felt some of them yet, it may be. The town was stagnant and full of hollow shells of places families once called home.Angelica Hughs wasn't born in the town. She was born out of state in a giant metropolis, thinking small town life could be for her she purchased the rectory ignoring the stories as just local superstition. She didn't know what she'd be in for, she didn't know about the job she'd be taking on.Angelica now resided in the rectory. She purchased it from the bank for what she thought, at the time, was a steal. She.