’Kathy panted like a rutting dog and she turned and faced the mirror on the wall. How she looked the proper slut wife she thought; hair messed up as...well as the make up; breasts hanging out; bent over the table, resting on her elbows, presenting her ripe and sodden cunt to a man with a throbbing cock. They both saw the look on Kathy’s face as he entered her. He poised the rigid member at the entrance, slid the head a few times between her swollen lips, and then, as the battering ram finally. ” A shadow passed over Eva’s face.“And this boy works there? And yet he wants your help? To do what?”“I don’t know. But he sounded desperate. And the only safe place I could think of to meet him was here.”Father Ambrose took a deep breath. “Of course you can meet him here, Eva. If he is in trouble – as he appears to be, then we must be here to help. Why don’t you and your friends wait here in the chapel, until he shows up?”“Thank you, Father,” replied Eva. “Thank you.”Father Ambrose smiled. And I continued to do so as the monster shot his entire load into my mouth. The heat of the cum warmed me up, chasing away the last few shreds of terror from my body. Only arousal remained. Just when I finally gave in to the perversity of this bizarre encounter, the final squirt flowed down my throat and the shaft slid out of me. I lay there for a few seconds, panting. By the time I had regained my composure, my mind was made up. I wanted more. Then my eyes opened and I realized the creature. It was of a man, a warrior of some bygone time, dressed in furs and plaid, with a great sword, a longbow, and a quivver of arrows."He's supposed to be an ancestor of mine," said Elspeth. "What did you say your name was?" Gwenneth Jones." That's a good Welsh name, but you're not from around here." No, I'm American, but I have an aunt in Llandudno." Oh, really. Well, I expect you'll want to see your bed. Just follow me." At the top of the stairs, she pushed open a low door and handed the candle.