I will be home in 5 minutes. If you are like that, you are mine for the weekend, totally mine. If you are not, it's over." My mind raced wondering wha... went through her mind and if she would do it. I went up the stairs and when I looked in the bedroom, she was there on the bed, naked, blindfolded and cuffed. I smiled when I saw her in that position and noticed the make up and hair and giggled to myself that my plan worked. She must have thought we were going out for the evening. I left her in. She was so close. The priest couldn’t see her and she couldn’t see him but the booth smelled like pussy. Could he smell it? Would he even know what the smell was?When Missy didn’t say anything the priest said, “Is this your first confession?”Missy didn’t reply but slowly moved her hand in and out of her red dripping pussy. She was cumming. She let it flow over her body and cursed the fact that she didn’t have a few more minutes so she could have sprayed and came like she wanted.“What is that. All the real work was done by my wives."We've got several other versions that are 'dumbed' down for use when the man of the house isn't technologically or biologically sophisticated, or if he might freak out because he's been raised from the dead. We'll want to use those sparingly, unless we plan to isolate the people in those households, because there's no way it can be kept a secret. Too many people have already found out one way or another."Steve and his other two brothers nodded,. But the sort of angry clients that needed public defenders tended to be open about it. Shouts, threats to the police. Amy had even dealt with clients who directed their anger at her. But Sophie’s anger seemed more a slow burn. Amy stopped for a moment in the doorway, trying to see Sophie as the police had. She was certainly attractive, even features accentuated by striking cheekbones and dark-brown hair that was almost black cut short and curling forward under the ears. Sophie looked about.