Now!? And the high heel presses downonce more. I gasp with the pain. A tear forms in my eye. I find it hard to take my eyes from Sister Ruth, mybeauti...ul confessor. Her exquisite black latex habit frames her mature body,hard nipples protruding from her large breasts. She is flexing her whip in hergloved hands, the rubber making a soft creaking sound. Sister Ruth stares at me.Her cruel smile, high cheekbones and wicked green eyes are so powerful. Inspite of myself I bow my head. I am not her. "From where I was lying I couldn't really see you as clearly as I wanted to see you Peter. Take off your clothes."I jerked at those words and looked at her face. She was obviously very serious about the order she had given me. I tried to say something, but all I got out was, but...but...but." She put her hands on her hips and said again, "take off your clothes Peter...now."I was ready to cry, not sure what kind of trouble I was in. I pulled my tee-shirt over my head and slipped off my. She licked my cock clean. We were lying on the couch in each other’s arms for a few minutes and I was sucking her big boobs and biting her nipples.We then poured another peg and started drinking again naked. After a couple of pegs more, we got into 69 positions. She was on top, sucking my cock to her heart’s content. I was tongue fucking her married pussy while holding her ass and pulling it deeper on my tongue in a rhythm.Salima came again while my tongue was deep inside her pussy. I pushed. "Henri, add your seed to Bethany's snatch, help me give her twins! Fuck my step sister silly!" I encouraged the father of the bride, who grinned as did Bethany when they heard this."Well, you heard my dear step brother, Papa. Stick it deep in me! Fill me with your sperm!" Bethany urged him, and being French, well, he had no trouble doing that (of course, he probably had something in his system to add to his stamina)."What happened to not seeing the bride before the wedding?" I teased Natalie.