They chatted for a bit, occasionally looking at me. I saw the man give the owner some money, and then go pump his own gas. A nice police officer walke... over to me and told me that I was free to go. He reminded me to, on the next day, get a new license. When I asked what happened, he told me that the strange man, paid for my gas.I pulled over to the side of the gas station and when he was starting to leave, I waved for him to come over.When he did, I thanked him. I told him my situation, and. She was released splashing into the pool head first and straight to the bottom. It took almost two minutes for her to release the air and stop moving. She was brought up and revived. She started to cry begging for them to stop. It didn’t, it went on for fifteen more minutes. The girls were enjoying watching the new slave almost drown over and over again but they wanted to get at her themselves as they had a score to settle. Finally it came to an end and “The Toy” was returned to the side of. Without waiting for the Priest to say anything, I said, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”Then I heard a familiar voice, it was Father McNamara, the young Irish Priest that so many women in the church literally drooled over. Damn my panties were getting wet as I began sobbing out my sad story of lust, incest, and lesbianism.Father McNamara remained calm and spoke with compassion as he related the repentance that I would be required to fulfill to achieve absolution. I eagerly agreed to the. We sang ‘Happy Birthday’ and Cindy blew out the candles with one breath. She looked at me, smiled a mischievous smile and said in a husky whisper: ‘I’m sure I’ll get my wish.’ After the meal Cindy received the birthday gifts. A very nice sweater from Ann, a cute dress from Barbara and a laptop computer from her mother. I had made her a card and gave her the books she had taken from my car. We both knew what she really wanted would come later. We all had fun. After dinner we sat around the.