From what she could hear, the situation was steadily worsening, and there was nothing, nothing! She could do. Not now, not yet. She lay there silent, ...atching. Waiting. ...Desiree was on the stage, barely able to stand, enjoying yet another orgasm at the power she held, and the dominance she was displaying, and humiliation of "Mistress Chantal". She had come so many times that it was almost all she wanted to do, except punish painfully "cow Chantal" and her slut betrayer, Henrietta, Chantal's. Always before, in the confessional, Jan had felt she was alone, except for God. This was different and it made her very nervous. She was even more afraid, however, of what the priest was going to say about what she'd done.That afternoon he had interrupted her confession without demanding details about her sinful conduct. She hoped she could be assigned penance without telling him everything."Now, my child," her confessor said as he turned off the overhead light, "You must confess every detail. After five minutes, she told me she was ready. I turned her body around and leveled my shaft, and steadily made my first thrust into her. It was magic. I never felt something so intese for a girl as I did that moment. She sounded a loud inhale. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Never been better." I heard her breathe. I gave her another kiss on the lips and continued pumping her. It felt good and we were both breathing hard.When we were seven minutes into it, she started gasping my name, "Kevin!. Shebegan to rub the front of my perfumed panties and looking me deep in theeyes told me the most kinky thing yet. "Your best friend John has seen the movie Peter! His Mother made sure hehad a chance to watch it before she sneaked into his room and caught himmasturbating to your humiliation! She pulled him over her lap and gavehim a spanking. Do you know what Peter? Right now John's being dressedin lingerie, just like you and being told that he's a sissy! We thoughtyou should have a least 1.