So, today, I find myself in a church in what I can only describe as an irrational and emotional state. I don’t know why I am here but I find myself ...istening to sermons, singing songs and praying to him. Mostly, I’m looking at Father Patrick and wondering how he would abuse my young body if he were to see me naked. I think of him as strong, virile and passionate.Father Patrick’s sermon, on why he believes that God feels emotions, makes me feel emotional. He has already made me understand that. He said, "do you want it in your mouth?"My husband quietly said yes.As I had before Mark said, "yes, what?"My husband stammered "yes, sir".Mark directed him to crawl over and start sucking. He did, we both sucked and licked his shaft, licked his balls. Huge turn on. Mark pulled me up on the couch with him. I sat there with him stroking my breasts and watched my husband go to work on his cock. It was amazing how much of Mark's cock he could force down his throat. He made him gag on it.Eventually. However, it only invited even more harder slaps from Gopal, almost like punches.The force of the slaps felled her to the bed, crying and whimpering.?Please, Gopal, Pleease Gopal, chordo mujhe, chordo mujhe? My wife pleaded amid her sobs, as she lay collapsed on her back on the bed.(?Please Gopal, please leave me?)?Kuch kiya to sahab (that?s me) tumhe nahin chorenge? My wife added her own bit of threat as she struggled to raise herself off the bed.(?If you do anything, my husband will not spare. He caught his breath as he began to move faster, feeling the creamfrom her pussy running down to her ass and her pussy rubbing againsthim.She watched in the mirror as he fucked her, loving the sight of himmoving on top of her. She whispered to him and told him how much sheloved the feeling of his cock inside of her ass. Telling him how shewas enjoying watching them, like a voyeur looking into someone’swindow without their permission, watching them fuck and hearing theirmoans. In the.