"Whatever the minor crisis was, it must have been easily dealt with, because the vicar swept back down the aisle and disappeared into the vestry. He e...erged a few minutes later in robes, white, but with brilliant embroidery, accompanied by a young man, Mike ... something? and a woman, the vicar's wife, Dulcie, both in white robes with a sort of blue scarf.The service proceeded normally with lots of lively singing. When we got to the sermon, though, the preacher was Dulcie Hanson who spoke. Then gently run some of my needle wheels - I have four different types of 'em - all over my body. After that, I want you to stand in back of me and run your strong, black hands over me while kissing my neck and shoulders. And then," Joani looked seriously and directly into his dark eyes, "I want you to whip me - I have fifty different kinds and types of whips from which I will choose the ones you will use. Do not whip me too hard, but forcefully enough for me to know that you are capable of. It had to be affordable but something she could use for awhile. Just thinking about it was making her wet. She could feel her pussy lips swell and her walking motions felt pleasant - the sway of her hips did not exactly stimulate her clit, but motions did move her wet pussy lips around enough to feel good. A few minutes later, Alicia was at home, her books carelessly tossed in the living room, and turned on her laptop to select the perfect toy. She didn't realize how many there were, but. Rhonda shook her head. "Pete's an asshole. He gets a kick out of showing off to the rest of the guys in the bar." Mike chuckled, "He sure is an asshole. He'll be in here tonight or tomorrow night braggin about what he did with your wife last night." Suddenly he stopped. "Sorry Frankie, that didn't come out right." I held my up hand. "It's okay, none of this is easy to hear. I just have to get through it." Rhonda stood up, put her arm around me and gently rubbed my shoulder. "Baby, is there.