George was pale and his legs were unsteady from having all that blood diverted to his cock. Still, he looked at both of us like he knew this was the o...portunity of a lifetime and he'd better not miss a second of it. He leaned forward to get a closer look at my pussy and I held my skirt up out of the way for him. He leaned so close I could feel his breath on my clit for a second before he licked it and sent me into orbit.It was totally unexpected and his timing was perfect. My earlier. I couldn’t help to laugh at the thought of how I must look at this point, but I was also extremely aroused! Now that I was in this compromising position, I was completely submissive to whatever he wanted to do to me. The thought of not having any control over what was to come turned me on to no end. Since I was still blindfolded, I had no idea what was going to happen next. He stepped up behind me and lightly caressed my body, sending tingles all throughout me from my head all the way to my. He stood up and shook Hauser’s hand. “Ah, Father Hauser, what can I do for you?”“Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Elan. I’m here because I wanted to ask you about the story you posted last week, about the three boys who killed themselves.”“Father, I’m sure you know I can’t give up my sources, even to a man of the church.”Hauser sighed. “Well then I was hoping you could tell me any other pieces of information you might have. I’m worried that there may be something going on with these. I cry in pain, biting into the pillow. Mistress Bitchcraft starts fucking my ass in earnest, leaning more and more of her weight into me as she does. Each thrust in makes my cock ache to explode, each pull out makes her grunt in painful pleasure. I'd never call Mistress Bitchcraft gentle, and the ass fucking doesn't start as anything nearing such. But as she thrusts into me more and more, the pain and pleasure building in us both, Mistress Bitchcraft becomes more and more brutal. My hips sink.