Where's my car?He looked up and down the drive and the street but there was no sign of the old Ford."Hullo, Mike! Did those kids hot-wire my car again... I thought they'd agreed not to do that after all the trouble their joy-ride got them into last year?"He'd called out to Mike who was standing out in front of the chapel leaning against a new Buick.That's odd, Father Ambrose thought. Mike doesn't own a car. He usually borrows Jim's jeep."No, old friend, the kids didn't make off with your car. I. What are you after?” She didn’t even answer, pushing me down onto the toilet seat, while searching the inside of my mouth with her tongue. I pushed her short dress up to her wais and was surprised to find that she was wearing no underwear. She moved slowly, spreading her thighs wide and sliding herself down, so that my rock hard cock slid fully up her. “Oh fuck….,” I groaned, trying to keep my noises to a minimum in case anyone walked in. Etta’s face was twisted in a fierce grimace as she. Krissy was spent, but she knew there would be consequences for disobedience. She put the wand on her already tender clit and let the vibrations take over. Krissy tried to make this session last, maybe she could get Sir frustrated enough to give up on her if she wasn’t as pleasing. She began sliding the tip of the wand down between her legs almost to her tight little asshole, then slowly worked the wand back up to her clit. While this technique did not give the quick orgasm, she was used to. This girl told me she was lesbian, but was curious about being submissive to a man. She asked me to write a story about it. I had been drinking when I wrote so not best short story, but it will do. On the bright side, the girl that wanted the story enjoy it. Let's see if you guys do also. We would be at my house, you would be wearing something sexy not thinking anything about it. You would be getting me turned on without even trying until all of a sudden I could take it anymore. I would.