Claire did not follow, but sat silently in the chapel as the funeral party slowly filed out, a knowing and satisfied smile on her face. ~“Forgive me... Father, for I have sinned.”“How long has it been since your last Confession?” said Father Ambrose Deconceicao.“Oh, it depends how you look at it. I… I’ve been to Confession a couple of times very recently – but in a normal church – I mean, you know, Wankminster Abbey? I don’t know if that counts. I guess your way will be a bit different.”“Yes, a. It was awkward situation we both were uncomfortable. I was able to see her boob from side but I was just ignoring to avoid the situation.She asked for help as the baby needed the other boob to feed and while she was taking the other boob out my eyes were on her boobs which I sucked long back those brown cherry’s were very inviting and this time with milk.She looked at me and asked me to turn around and once she finished baby slept and we moved to kitchen. She made me my coffee, meanwhile I just. Make her feel subservient, helpless even, out of control. Keep her guessing. If you get too turned on by how she looks you give the power back to her. Do you get that?”“In theory... I guess.”“Now you take the Viagra.”“What?”“It takes a while to work, so you have an hour to get used to the naked slave. Do some cooking or maybe a workout. Go jogging. Leave me here chained up — on a long chain.”Andy stood looking a little dumb.“Go on. Get the chain and your tracksuit.”“No, you get them.”Marsha. Resisting the urge to put my hands over my pussy and little tits, ‘that’s a childish thing to do’ I told myself, I looked around the shop, then back to the 2 couples who were still staring at me. Realising that my options were very limited, I forced a smile then, looking directly into the face of one of the men, I said,“Hi, okay Celeste, no problem, take your time, I’ll just look around.”Not that I had any choice, but I was feeling proud of myself; I could have run, I could have apologised, I.