Her shimmering gray dress was conservative but alluring. The wrap-around look made it appear somewhat flimsy; but, it covered a lot of skin. Her tan m...de it possible for her not to wear stockings, but she wore them anyway. They were bare color, just enough to add accent. Her golden sandals were only half-heels; she didn’t want to lose her balance as she walked.Underneath, she wore what made her feel good. A sexy, soft, panties and bra set she had only purchased the day before. The bra accented. ”“You need to find out who your audience is. If you and Andy are the judges, I’m sure you’d win. If Sarah and I were judging, you’d never be considered,” she declared.I should have listened to her.We were on the road again and I tried to follow Cassie and Andy in their big rig. Hopeless. The closer we got to Florida, the less the speed limit seemed to matter to anyone. They hit Interstate 75 at Tifton and were like two old horses headed for the barn. They planned to be home in Orlando by the. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three years since my last confession."Lizzie's voice cracked at her last word and she fell silent. Remote in her hand, she felt her thumb hover over the trigger mechanism for the first setting. But she wouldn't press it yet. She wanted to wait for the right moment."What sins have you to confess, child?" Father Gilbert finally asked."Many," Lizzie replied after a long pause. "I have had impure thoughts," she began."What is the nature of these. He was young, the little foreplay had almost undone him, at 28 I was mature enough to forgive him (but dammit he finished before I could cum). He didn’t seem to consider my own orgasm (the one I didn’t have {no I forgive him really}). After he came, he leaned against my back for a moment, before pulling out and sprawling onto his seat. I knelt there, waiting. ?Kala?? I turned, sitting up and facing him, I gave him a smile; I’m a slave, my own enjoyment must be subordinate. He smiled back..