Master stood there in my bedroom doorway watching me, arms crossed, sexy arrogant smirk on his face. I stared, frozen, as he said to the man standing...next to him. “Filthy whore always has her hands in it.” He walked over and grabbed one ankle pulling me to the edge of the bed, running his hand up my leg. I opened my mouth and gasped, lifting and spreading my legs prettily. He shook his head and grunted a short laugh as he pushed his fingers inside me. He turned and nodded to his friend who. You are running your fingers thru my hair, and telling me to suck harder! I’m going between your nipples, sucking, biting, and licking. My cock is throbbing, and pre-cum is making a big wet spot on my pants. I run my hands down to your beautiful ass. I cup each check and squeeze. You moan even harder. You are still worried that people will see us, but love my mouth on your nipples. I start kissing my way down to your belly button. Licking. Kissing. Your skin is so smooth, and I can taste the. I cleaned up yet again, and we headed back. We put on our ugly suits, as we called them, while Mike went to pick up Carlos. Things went well at first, Dad was at the mellow stage of his drinking.He was cordial while they used the fishing platform. I think he was a little miffed that I joined them, and that Mike spent most of his time teaching me how to fish. I know it really bothered him when I started catching more. Sarah frowned at me and I took the hint, leaving them to it and joining Sarah. We also saw, and discussed,how the church was becoming less and less relevant to the lives of theordinary citizens. We even stopped into churches and random and saw theboredom and irrelevance of it all, from the point of view of the audiencesitting before an indifferent and self-absorbed priest.And I was growing up. I finished my school days and started studying in aseminary. My Father and Protector was advancing in the church hierarchy.One day, he asked me what I saw my future to be. In my.