" Brenda got up from the bench and started pacing before Brent. "Figures. I knew I couldn't trust him. Well the wedding is off. That bastard." "Hol... on now, you guys have been through worse. You can make it past this." "How much should I put up with Brent? When is it too much?" "Well maybe he's right." "Excuse me." Brent braced himself expecting to get slapped. She turned to face him, every muscle in her body tense, but thankfully she didn't swing. "You were just talking about. She was small, maybe five feet two or three, but she had big tits and clearly liked to show off her body. She had long dark hair, tied in pig-tails that made her look like an innocent teen-ager. She walked into the bathroom, then into the kitchen area taking everything in. I showed her my little office and then my bedroom at the other end of the cabin. “It’s really cool, here,” she said, looking up at me. “It’ll take four or five hours the first time, then maybe two or three after that.” She. .between her swollen lips. I tried to fight the feeling, the strange feeling, of arousal. I felt the steam rise between my legs, unwanted. But I was angry too. What was Mrs Lap playing at? She was teasing me; that was what it was. This was a wind-up, surely.I found a notepad and penned another note: This time, it was brief and to the point."Dear Mrs Lap,I must please beg you to desist. SincerelyYour Priest"I did not hear any more for a few days, and had started to relax somewhat. This awkward. He locked the door behind him and slapped my face. I fell to the ground. He told me to stand up. He slapped me again. I looked up at him, there was a significant bulge in his pants. He told me to stand up. He raised his hand to slap me again, I cringed but he stopped. He unzipped his pants and his long cock slid out. He didn't have any underwear on. He dropped his pants, he took off his shirt and stood there as I gazed at his curved hardened cock. It bounced as he breathed. He told me to get.