He instructed her to go into the confession box and wait for him there. Clara thought this would seem a little odd but did as instructed. After about ...ifteen minutes the Priest entered the confession box from the other side. He was still standing. He slid aside the mesh window cover and thrust his erect cock through the hole. Clara said nothing. She knew what he wanted. She licked his cock slowly around the tip. He was dripping with pre-come. She tasted him sweaty she thought. She knew he didnt. I will haveone hand showing you the proper cue cards and the other holding thecontroler to that shocking thing I had implanted inside you and I will bewatching you and listening to every single world you say and everyexpression on your face. And I will hurt you seriously if you tryanything stupid.Do you understand me,Amber?"I swallow and nod, aware that somebody was going to see me all done up inthis humiliating outfit. I remember a few things about Sara -- she playedvolleyball, not cheering,. Running was an imperative if she were not to miss out on the dream of a lifetime! Those who had the privilege to witness her hurried progress were to remember to their dying day the sight of a pretty young woman, her golden hair streaming behind her and her fine young legs revealed for all to see. They would relive in their minds' eye the lurching and gyrating gait of this unlikely vision as she ran towards the bus as well as the look of relief on her face as she made it with only a split. I stared pushing my self into her and when I was all the way in – I paused for a while! She opened her eyes and said,” I have given you myself with gay abandon that I never had imagined I would ever dare to do. Please keep this as sweet memories of your Chennai visit with you all the time and please cherish it. I hope you will respect my wishes” I said, “Don’t worry Gauthami, I will never let these memories leave me and will always keep this special moments of our life with me always – till the.