He had placed her hand on his naked penis, the hot, hard member pulsating. This was a man of God and he was forcing her to rub his penis. Rub it until...he shot on her naked breasts. She pulled back like her hand was burned. "Please, Father John, don't make me do it." Now Sally, you must pay for your sins. Your body tempted a man of God. You must now perform an act of contrition." He grabbed her tiny hand and moved it back to his cock, wrapping her fingers around the large member. "Now rub it. We retraced my steps back to the barns and the cows were turning into the loafing shed I’d walked through earlier. They were following as if by rote having done it twice daily so many times before.They were very calm to be walking among the hired help as though very routine and their herding instinct led them to know the leader cow was to be followed. The old leader walked right into the loafing shed and without much dawdle was heading to the opposite end, into the stanchions that began through. Her skin was fair toned and she normally didn't show off too much in the summer sun, but in the dream she was free from the possibility of sunburn. Her full breasts were encased in a sheer top that looked painted on if it hadn't been for the long trumpeted sleeves. The light pink of the top brought out color in her skin. It made her look more touchable. Erin's green eyes blazed with a yearning to be touched and held. She wanted more from me than just security. She wanted to feel wanted. In that. After thanking the two men again, Abby and I made our way back to our party and told Bill about what we learned. He was understandably angry with the men who caused the accident, but at the moment, he was mostly worried about Sue.As we finished talking with Bill, a man in green scrubs went to the attendant, who pointed toward us. The man came over and said, “Mister Hendricks?”Bill replied, “Yes, I’m Bill Hendricks.”“Do you want to talk here or in private about your wife’s injuries, Mister.