Their nights together began to be exhausting, both physically and emotionally. Laura didn't know what had come over her, but she relished every second...since she had long feared arousing Trina's suspicion that she, Laura, was an oversexed lesbian with insatiable needs.When Trina fucked her exhaustingly, she felt justified in returning the favor, and for weeks now by midnight neither could lift an arm. But, three days after her evening with Shavon, while Trina was heatedly devouring Laura's pussy. "That looks like fun." As she got down on her knees in front of me. Her hands went to the zipper of my pants, and she slowly tugged it down. Her hand went inside and caresses my hardening cock."No more hand jobs for you. I have better uses for your cum."As she looked at me and licked her lips. Rachel struggled to remove my hardness from my pants. Once she slipped it out, she kissed the tip, and licked the drop of pre-cum off. Then she licked around the corona, and down the vein at the bottom.. "Punished?" the priest repeated questioningly."Hurt", the woman replied in an even softer voice."Hurt?" the priest said in a complete loss as to what this woman was on about, and getting wild that she was just wasting his time."Yes father. Perhaps whipped," she suggested in a voice so soft that the priest doubted that he'd heard her right."Holy mother of God," the priest exclaimed. "The Church hardly does that sort of thing in this day and age." And yet I am so bad that I need to be hurt". The. She just guessed that her own people's women spoke anyway, just not in front of strangers or during negotiations. After all, what had she taught John to observe and follow, if not an unspoken language? Perhaps it was just so much a natural part of her that she wasn't aware of it unless she had to teach it to someone else, or learn it.As they went further south, away from the mountains, the underbrush thinned out, and they could all relax somewhat. The horses gave a snort of disgust for the.