He suddenly pushed under her legs and dipped his tongue lower, dancing over her anus, then thrusting against it. Her moans grew louder, hands flexing ...gainst her bonds. She felt her climax approaching, and gyrated against him as his tongue rushed back up to send her clit on its way – close, so close. Then nothing. She was left with only cool air between her legs, sliding deliciously over her fevered flesh. She called him a bastard, a freak, a fuckfail and every other name she could think,. Her faith, however, seemed to be conditioned by her rebellion and not by her faith itself, and any small disappointment was surely bound to send her down the path of heresy again.One evening, Marcella decided she needed to print out an image of Our Lady for her prayers before bed, so she went online and typed “Virgin Mary images” in the search engine. As she scrolled down, she saw many images, beautiful and varied, of Our Lady. Our Lady of Perpetual Help, Our Lady of the Rosary, Our Lady of. The thought of him almost sickened her. She thought of the wedding invitation he’d sent two weeks ago. A mockery. They were laughing at her and she didn’t want to care but she fucking cared, even as she’d ripped the heavy card into confetti and flushed it down the toilet. Simon. She was still amazed at how accomplished a liar he’d been. The sheer audacity of his deceit made her feel more ashamed than anything. Could Abel really be any different? People were different, weren’t they? Or were. " You miss it?" A little."She smiled."I loved it when you used to go down on me. You made it an Olympic event. Sometimes I couldn't walk afterwards I came so many times. I used to shave my bush so closely just so that I could feel your tongue closer to the folds of my skin. You were very, very good"I winked at her, and we swapped places as I bent down and took her huge head in my mouth. I literally tried to suck the life force out of her through her pee hole. I looked up still keeping her.