The way her body looked all wet and dripping. My hands once again touch her breast. Never again would I be able to kiss them or suck them. I built the...courage to wrap my lips around one of her nipples. I closed my eyes and allowed my self to enjoy it. Flicking her nipped with my tongue and nibbling. My dick began to grow in my pants. I dropped my pants and allowed my dick some air. It sprung out of my boxers and ready yo poke something. I took her hand and stroked my cock. Pulling up from her. It was his first time, after all.Again I felt he was enjoying his punishment too much, so I stopped stroking him, and commanded him to crawl around the table on his hands and knees. This man, who supervises over 1000 employees by day, gave me a piteous look of appeal, but I didn’t relent. I slapped his cheeks as he came to me at the end of this short but humiliating activity.I allowed him to sit on the couch, and I stroked him as a reward for obedience. Again, he lubricated his tip with precum.. I was thinking, if she could grip my one finger, she can grip my penis more, the very thought was killing me. but wait, no hurry, you have the full day with you. My penis had reached its maximum size and was standing errect, any women would love to have it inside her. Her moans started to increase and could hear her loud. At home, she cannot make any sound. Here she was not caring for anything, she wanted to enjoy to the hilt. Her moans were real turings and I was also in a hurry to put my. Beneath her habit, she winked at Father and smiled seductively. “Why don’t we try something new tonight?” she whispered into his ear, leaning up against him with his shoulder between her boobs.She felt his rock solid dick against her thigh, and was about to reach underneath all the priest-garb and give him a massage when Father Lawrence, the boring priest who practiced celibacy walked in. They sprang apart and acted like good Catholics.Although Sister Megan’s wet pussy demanded otherwise, she.