" And I checked her," Chelsea agreed."Well I didn't check either of you," said Elaine, backing into a corner. "You could both be cheating and just pla...ing a joke on me."A moment of silence was broken when Kendra looked at Chelsea and said, quite loudly, "She just wants to see our cunts."Chelsea's jaw dropped and a second later she was howling with laughter, falling back on the lounge with her legs flying up in the air and proving to all that she was indeed being faithful to the bet. Elaine. I stared at him, half-confused, half-irritated. "Oohh you mean your OLD clothes. Right right. All those old clothes did nothing to flatter you. They all just hide your body and make you look boring. And if you look boring, you're bound to feel boring. You deserve better than that, so I got them out of here so we can spice up your wardrobe a bit." I was stunned at the invasion of privacy and overstepping of boundaries, but part of me felt thrilled to have a brand new wardrobe. I wasn't mad, but. . I touch my ... You know? My clitoris? And? Like? I wanted to put the cucumber inside? Like? Right in my vagina, Father?" She wondered how he would react if she said cunt but she was afraid that might make him angry so she didn't."Oh my," the priest said in a firm voice. "It sounds as if you have progressed very far. Take off your clothes, Ann," he ordered. "We will have to take a very special approach if we're going to help you." But, Father?" the teenager stammered. "You mean? Like? Take off. He reaches around me and gently pinches my clit. "You like me pinching your swollen clit, my little slut?" he whispers. I grab the side of my desk and brace myself from the amazing orgasm I feel building up. I close my eyes and bite my lip. "Answer me, my little slut," he commands. "Shit! Yes, don't stop. Fuck, I'm coming, Jacob." "That's my good little slut." He pulls out of me and turns me around lifting me up on my desk. He opens my legs and gets on his knees. I feel his tongue licking my.