I furrowed my brow, remembering my Mother’s homegrown Catholic justice.I was not and had never been ‘a good Catholic girl.’ My whole life, I thi...k I’d only been to confession twice—once before my first communion, and again when I was about thirteen. It just didn’t sit well with me. It’s not the theory so much that bothered me. On some level I think I actually liked that. But in practice, somehow the atonements I was assigned just seemed too generic; too asymmetrical to my crime. You lied about. As though hypnotised I slowly parted my legs for I had this strange feeling come over me, it felt as if I wanted a pee but deep down I knew I didn’t. ‘Yes, Mum said you preferred it shaven,’ I said softly in response, knowing full well that my whole body was betraying me and I was resigned to play the hand I was now dealt with. If Roger heard me, or understood what I had said, he didn’t say. Instead his fingers began sliding up and down my pussy until it could go no further, his rough finger. I gently moved one thumb toward each of her spreadpussy-lips. I made contact, and she quietly moaned.“Mmmm, Mike, that feels so good, I don’t believe it,”she said.I needed no further encouragement. I moved one handcompletely across her downy pubic hair, running afinger along each lip. She shivered and took a deepbreath. Then she turned to look up at me and I’ll neverforget what she said, “Mike, umm… can I touch you,too?” she suddenly asked.I looked into. ’ ‘I’m covered and anyway Paulo is a professional Mrs Smith. This is Playgirl This Summer — the best bra I’ve every worn.’ ‘Stand tall but relaxed Macy, keep your top down and shoulders where you feel they are in normal position.’ ‘Good girl, now turn around. This left-hand strap needs to be loosened a quarter of an inch.’ ‘There — how’s that.’ ‘I really don’t think…oh yes I do. It’s perfect Paulo. If you hire Paulo will he be permitted to play with my breasts Mrs Smith?’ ‘Play with them no,.