Get up, girl, to let the master inspectyou". She rose gracefully and spread her legs as far as the chain allowed,but kept her head bowed. A thick mane...of chestnut hair fell almost to her shoulders,her young breasts were firm, with prominent nipples pierced by two small steelrings, and her slender legs incredibly long, tapering down to well shaped feet.A typical teenage beauty. I went around her, appreciating her straight backand pert little arse. "Delicious, isn't she, though not a virgin,. .of your sin," he said from behind his desk. He gazed into thedistance instead of looking at them directly.Father McDowell had only been in town a few months. He was a tall, thinman with an angular face and harsh features. He didn't look happy evenwhen he smiles. What a contract from dear old Father McKenzie, apotbellied, ruddy, jovial redhead who seemed to laugh his way throughlife.Melissa had just sat there, open-mouthed, when the priest told them theyhad to leave the parish. Claire, normally. As I waved back, I saw the quizzical look on his face. I had all but forgotten about my nudity. Feeling mischievous, I beckoned him to come aboard and went below to the cabin. I knew he would be there as fast as his legs could carry him aboard. ‘Hello, Nateal, It has been a long time. You’re growing into a fine man,’ I said as he entered the cabin, not bothering to hide my interest in fucking him. ‘Thank you, Sir. I am very happy to see you well again. We have all been worried for you,’ He. I had listened carefully to the philosophical side of Sid's lessons, but all other things being what they were, Master Jo's soft words seemed to strike deeper and etch themselves more boldly on my mind.But he would not pick up a bow, and he would not spar."I have put those things aside now, in favor of a new path." He said when Trunk asked him why he wouldn't spar one night."What path is that?" Sid asked."The path that you are bringing me along." Master Jo said. "We are traveling together for.