He took a deep breath then exhaled. He retrieved the bloody baton from inside the bag, putting it on his desk. His eyes fixed on the contents inside t...e bag.“I found them, Father Petrou; I made them pay for what they did to Julie and me.” I pulled the two photographers out of my pocket, putting them beside the baton. “It’s all over now, no more,” I said.Father Petrou put his hands together, locking his fingers together. He looked down and closed his eyes. I watched his lips move. He was. He could hardly keep her satisfied. She wanted sex all the time. He was thirty but had started taking viagara just to keep his cock hard to please her. Last night he ate her pussy and tongue fucked her for an hour and a half then he fucked her for two hours and she still woke him as he slept and sucked his cock then pushed it in her cunt to be fucked. He could not resist her triple D tits and the thick pussy lips and that sexy round ass. Last Saturday she stayed naked and sucked his cock four. I'm just the opposite, so I often go to Gary's room late at night." Does Kate, um, keep a schedule for Gary? I mean, like, do you get him on Tuesdays or something?"I snorted in laughter. "No, it's not like that at all," I told her."But, he does, like, sleep with all of his 'domestic staff', doesn't he?I shook my head. "It's not really like that. We're not "his" women. We sleep with whomever we please, whenever we please. I'm almost positive Tori hasn't ever slept with Gary, for instance, or any. Fuck me, punish me. Of fuck yes.’ He said nothing, but she could hear his breathing going shallow as he tried to keep up the pace. She felt his fingers between her legs, gathering up her juices and sliding them upwards. She felt them brush against her asshole before returning for more, again and again, covering her in a sea of her own excitement. This was peripheral, though. All she really felt was the invasion deep within her followed by emptiness, invasion then emptiness. He was going his.