You make her smile, and I’ll make your fuckin’ week.”### Luck. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less. It was luck that kept Cindy late at the...club that night. Which made her run late heading home, which made her take the longer, but better lit route to the nearest RTC bus stop. The odds of running into anyone in particular in a city of over half a million with over 36 million visitors per year were astronomically low.In Las Vegas though, Luck is a religion; a religion with rites, priests,. I believe you are a virgin, unknown to any man.’ ‘Yes, sir.’ Mary muttered, with bowed head., blushing. She was aware of the special feeling she got in that part of her body from time to time, though she had been warned by the nuns to ignore it until the time came for her to be married. Until then, it must be left untouched and unattended. To be kept hidden away. Not that she felt the need very often. Just occasionally, when she saw the youth of the village, stripped to the waist, getting in. “And you rebelled against your sire,” sneered Rosa. “Why are you surprised I’m rebelling against mine?”Anger soared through Abigail. Behind her, Samantha, Mary, and Lynette fought the weakened priest. Abigail wanted to rip off the priest’s cock, but she had to take care of the bitch before her. “My husband owns you, cunt.”“Not any longer. He’s too weak to stand up to the priest.”Rosa’s hand shot out and snatched up a white oak crossbow bolt from Joy’s discarded quiver. Rosa grimaced. Smoke. Young Janner would have to agree to whatever punishment or be exposed publicly, and Martha knew all too well how much Clara and Tara loved to cane males.Pepper was feeling at home as she prepared herself for her first night at the academy; her nails were so pretty in pink and her friends giggled and joked from their beds, as Pepper too, slipped into the soft and luxuriant bed; this was one thing she had not expected of this stark academy. Her little cock stiffened on the silky sheets as her.