"All I manage to get out is a nod and mouth the word 'yeah.'She slides her hand up the front and top of her bent leg, arching back to give me a good v...ew of her breasts, running her left hand up her chest and squeezing her right breast. She takes her foot off the chair and walks around behind me, tracing my neck with her finger. This sends chills down my spine, and my heart skips a few beats.She comes around to my right side and places her left leg on the chair, but this time her heel is facing. The feeling was entirely different, yet incredibly arousing. My breasts are not large, 36B, but this device made it feel as if someone had taken the entire breast into their mouth and was suckling the entire thing, drawing not just nipple but the entire breast out away from my chest further and further. It felt very painfully erotic. Hard to describe. There was a type of pain there, but it was translating itself into pulses and throbs of need, and rushing straight to my clit and pussy. I. “Yours is the best, Father,” panted Joy as she fucked a dildo in and out of her asshole, the shaft lubed by the priest’s cum.“So good,” Lynette shuddered, rubbing her cunt on the corner of Faust’s desk.“Every woman is a whore, Damien. Your wife. Your thralls. They can’t help themselves submit to the better man.”Me.Father Augustine savored Damien’s crushing defeat, emasculated by the priest’s superior cock. He thrust harder into Abigail’s cunt, the married vampiresses flesh clutching and. Nor get jealous of me whenever I take my ladies or wenches here to bed as well. Do ye comprehend that?” I warned Maggie.Lady Shackler giggled in response as she lay underneath me, her legs now wrapped around my waist.“You’re my lover, not my husband, milord. You owe me nothing. I owe you fealty, as does my lord husband, I should add. I owe him things that I can no longer give him. Since I cannot give him that, how I can ask it of him, not that I could, anyway? He’s a man and takes what he can.