”I panted. “Glad to know you’re so appreciative of your good, hard working, tongue having slaves.”“Oh, slave, I was joking about the tongue ...ipping.”“Hurm,” the spider said, sounding irritated. “I thought it was quite a good suggestion. Well, we are isolated from most non-microbial life forms here. I shall now demonstrate what a master of the biokinetic arts can accomplish, vulcan.”And with that, Sherkaner bobbed his body downwards, drawing his legs in against his body. He now looked like a. It was my dad standing there wearing nothing but a smile. "So I see my little slut is being naughty. Daddy is going to punish you, you filthy whore," he said as he was walking towards us. My pussy started tingling thinking of how I was going to feel my father's big cock in my little hole. He grabbed my belt off the floor. Simone and I just looked at him, unsure of what to do."You want to lick Simone's sweet black pussy, don't you, slut?" Yes, daddy. I need to taste it." Well this is part of. Give me five minutes in the shower and then you can join me if you like!" I gave him a quick peck on the lips and walked toward to the bathroom. As I entered the shower alcove, I turned back to find him watching me walk away. I feigned indignation with a look, then reached around my back with my fingers on the knot of my bikini bra. "You won't forget about me while I'm gone, will you?" I cooed sexily."No ma'am!" was his instant reply. "In case you do, here's a little something to remember me. "I hadn't really thought about the future. I never really thought of having a Curacy of my own." Certainly, Dulcie. You may want to talk to the Church Council yourself." That's one thing I was thinking of," she said.Perhaps a few words of explanation are in order. If you don't need them, then skip the paragraph. An ordained minister or 'priest' in the Church of England is appointed to the pastoral care of a parish or parishes, the 'Cure of Souls' in a particular area – hence 'Curate'. Just to.