I was naked in his bed and he was going crazy licking, kissing feeling up every inch off me turning me over and over to what feel like that he didn't ...ant to miss a single spot on my body. He licked and touched my legs up and down as if he was worshipping my runners legs. I had every inch of me covered with his saliva and I felt almost like being tortured with ecstasy.At some point during all this, he had taken off his clothes and was completely naked with over powering blackness. After his. She received three stinging strokes on her palm.“And your other hand!”Kathy held out her right hand and received another three strokes.“Now go and sit down. You’ve wasted enough time.”Kathy took the seat next to Anita and squirmed as her sore bottom came into contact with the unforgivingly hard wooden chair. Anita gripped her thigh under the desk. Kathy heard sniggering behind her.Madame Peche heard it too. “Simone Robinson! Is the miscreant’s discomfort of some amusement to you?”“Sorry, miss.. As his fingers crossed over it, my hips rose as if to meet his hands, trying to force harder contact. Then, up across my stomach. Up between my breasts. Encircling my breasts without actually touching my nipples. Finally he brushed his wide palms over my nipples. As he did this I came again. My ass cheeks hardened, my groin thrust upward. Moisture flowing from within. So far my father had yet to finger me, lick me, fuck me. Yet, I'd cum twice from his interactions. I've always been sensitive,. I was just trying to flirt, not get either one of us in trouble. I finished my coffee, left her a very large tip, and left.As I walked out of the diner, in the distance I heard a church bell ring. I realized that it was Sunday morning. I felt an almost physical compulsion to walk into the nearest building with a cross on it. I had been to the Brotherhood church in this burg many years back, but I needed to check with my implant to remember where it was. It was a couple of blocks walk, so I.