Afterward, he whispered that he wanted to see me in his suite for a drink afterward. I brought the French brandy and Scotch with me, as well as a coup...e of glasses. In contrast to his formal talk to the Vestry, in person he was charming, witting, and warm as a drinking partner. He wasn’t interested in business that evening, so I listened as he told his war stories of fifty years of ministry, every one amusing. It became clear that he was genuinely concerned for the priests in his diocese,. But indulge me tonight. I want to show some people how much power and control I have, and I need you to help me do it. I would never let anyone hurt you, baby. I want you to understand that you are the only important person in my life. And you are as sensitive as Cindy was - that's why I want to marry you. But this evening is also very important to me. Think you can set aside your feelings? If you can, I will give you a special treat when we get home. Agreed?" I carefully wiped the tears from. He then said to me, “so, you like it rough, huh you little slut?”I said, “Yes, you bastard. Fuck me, fuck my ass hard.”I had never had rough sex, or talked dirty, and I was really turned on by it. He started fucking me really hard, and slapping my ass at will, and I loved it. I had never been turned on so much in my life. “Who’s my little whore? Huh, who slut?”“I am, I’m your slut, your whore, fuck me please, use me, hurt me please.”He then leaned forward, and started pulling my hair pretty. I leaned back to watch her more and ordered her “push your fingers into that cunt!” Erin obliged and as soon as they were inside I pushed my cock in with them. She moaned out almost a squeal as I pushed all the way in with one stroke. Not a difficult thing to do with as much as he’d stretched her pussy, and all his cum for lube. I thrust hard against her, trying to push her against Ben and force more of his cock into her mouth. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I really didn’t care if I.