"Bbbbaaadddd!"I hear him laugh, but he keeps going, saying, "Hey, it's a muscle, too."His fingers are mere inches from my pussy, which is now undeniab...e wet. Although I know I should stop him, I can't. It simply feels way too good for me to stop. Xavier leans over and whispers in my ear, "Feels good?" I simply groan in response.He then begins to lightly kiss my back. "Ohh gooddddd damnit!" I think. He slides his fingertips up my sides, gently stroking the sides of my breasts. I feel him slide. His shame consumed him for days afterward.The Church hierarchy has always concentrated authority in male hands. Female members on the ladder of power are, at best, pawns. Thus it was easy for the guilt-ridden priest to secretly pull the necessary strings to have this Bride of Christ relocated to a parish thousands of miles away at the end of the school year. He didn't even need to state the reason for the transfer.The day before the sister was scheduled to leave was a Sunday. At 11 am, Father. From a very young age, you'd always dreamed of being a Hollywood actor. Indeed, from a very young age, you'd religiously watched old movies, current television, and noted the performances of those you grew to admire and love. You'd collected the names and careers of your favorite actors in the same way that most boys your age had collected baseball cards, and the moment you could participate in theatre, you did.You'd been treated rather fairly in your home, getting decent rolls in local. I wasn't done. I went and got the ball gag and without letting her see them, the adjustable nipple clamps and a couple of the heavier weights for them.The first thing I did was gag her. Then I stopped and standing behind her I started to finger her pussy, playing frequently with her clit. Almost immediately she was flooding my hand with her juices. Even knowing what was coming she was an insatiable little slut. She was squirming and moaning into the gag and wiggling around trying to maximize.