"My friends," he began, "as we prepare to end this morning's service andgo out to enjoy this glorious day that our Lord has given us, I remindyou that...there is work yet to be done. The town council will be meetingWednesday in this very room to consider our petition regarding ShamusO'Toole's foul brew. I ask you to join with me Wednesday night to showyour support for this measure. And I invite you to join with me now insinging a most appropriate closing hymn, 'Song of Exodus.' Yes, sing. ’ He was impressed again both by her knowledge and by how thorough she had been. He released a breath. ‘Ivy.’ ‘Over here in the sunnier part of the building we thought about…’ ‘Ivy!’ As he said her name that second time she turned and faced him and their eyes locked. The atmosphere thickened as the mutual attraction that remained unvoiced silently filled the room and they were both trapped in each other’s gazes. Without seeming to be aware of what she was doing, Ivy lifted her hand to her. Do it in the bedroom though, I've no camera in the bathroom. Now....go!" Lesley smiled, turned, and walked towards the door. Rob watched her arse as she walked, noticing how red and angry the marks on her fleshy arse appeared. Mcpeevie had given her a real pasting when he was doing her doggy style. Rob had watched that, again, twice. Luckily he had a perfect camera angle for that episode and had stroked his own cock while watching Mcpeevie give Lesley a real good working over. She had screamed. In shape.Chris noticed the book on Claire’s desk.“…that’s an interesting book.”She blushed a little.“Interesting because you think the title is interesting? Or interesting because you know what it’s about interesting?“Then second one,” he said, and cracked a smile.He decided not to be obvious and look her up and down, like he had done so many times before. He knew she knew he was attracted to her, and knew she had probably guessed, correctly, that she was just his type.Short, cute white girl..