"It means that a very well organized group or persons has been slowly chipping away at you for more than half a century, with what I would call biolog...cal warfare."Nimrod sucks in his breath. His gentle touch, gone, as he takes his hands back to his lap."Why?" He asks."I could not tell you." I shake my head."Your original thought," Melville says, remembering my first day here and our long talk. "You suggested that this was softening up process." A prelude ... to invasion." Grim faced Napoleon. Please. It aches."I responded, teasingly, "What aches baby?"She moaned, "My pussy and my clit." Well I can fix that..."She practically tore my hair out pushing my head between her golden, toned legs. I knew just where to begin.I had to get all the whipped cream out of the way before I could get to the goods so I quickly lapped up all the sugary goodness. Combined with her sweet pussy juices that were seeping from her hole, it was one of the most delicious treats ever imaginable.Once all the. I’m Martha, the Vicar of All Saints. Are you staying in the area for long?”That rather upset him, though he couldn’t say why. David’s response was intended to put this female Vicar in her place. “I live here. Your predecessor, the Father Newenham buried my wife here three years ago and I haven’t been to church since then. Have you been in post long, Mrs. Martha? Sorry, I don’t know the correct honorific for a female Vicar, and Mother Martha seems odd though Father Newenham seemed perfectly. Ihadn't been able to keep up with the fountain-flood of piss from theknob in my mouth and quite a lot had flowed over my chin and down myshiny pink lycraLycra top till it was as drenched as my skirt. Steamrose from my body and I knew that I had been naughty again."I'm sorry please Sir I'm sorry I couldn't swallow it it was too fast Iknow I'm a dirty little slut please don't cane me Sir please don't caneme-" Shut your face, bitch!" said the man at my side, cutting off mybabbling apology. He let.