Fr. Joeis in his early 60s, thinning hair, bifocals, slim build, about five foot sixand weighing in at about 165. He looks like the quietest, most con...ervativeman on the face of the earth. Soft spoken and looking like a bookkeeper, Fr.Joe would seem to be the LAST man on earth to fuel any guy's sexual fantasiesor desires, but, as I found out long ago, Fr . Joe may LOOK quiet, but as faras sex goes, he turns into a raging, horny sex machine!! For instance, every week I go to the rectory. But for now, you’ll masturbate in their honour, while we enjoy your shame.” Tanner gasped at the cruelty in her tone, and at being left in bewilderment at not knowing his punishment, Georgina finding her voice, and seeing to his humiliation most aptly, being the youngest there, and a potential victim prior to her accession to dominance. He was given a further taste of the whip, and a stern tug on his leash to remind him he was now we’ll and truly owned as she spoke.“Masturbate! ... we want to. I openly stared at their lean, tanned bodies, naked breasts, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet bikini bottoms were clinging tightly to their hips, crotch, and shapely butts. I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling on myself. I had known for years that I liked girls, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hunger for girls, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the sight of them, but there were other parts of my body than needed to. I realized that he caught me because he had a momentary wide smile on his face.He continued with his meditation, but then he raised his hand to call me close. I got scared, “What if he smells my bad breath.” My father is strict about hygiene. He does not like me having bad breath or hairy pussy. This is why I shave my pubes every night before going to sleep.I took walked slowly while letting him hear the sound of my ghungroo with every step. When I finally reached close to him, my groin was.