.. it helped me understand my husband. I think?"Although her chastity had been damaged if not demolished by sharing her troubles yesterday with her mi...ister, Bernice still felt as if the handsome preacher was truly a man of God. She had not thought his instructions on the telephone unusual and had come to this meeting fresh from the shower and without either panties or brassiere. Now, as she looked at the wide couch in the inner office with the visible crucifix she wondered if it was here that. Still kissing and exchanging bodily fluids I now was as deep as I could get and a slow rhythm was started, again with mary gasping and sighing with pleasure. “Oh fuck bro you feel so hard, I can feel the back of your cocks head pressing against my G spot” I knew I was, as mary was getting wetter and wetter. We was enjoying each other more like lovers than brother & sister, to so many people this is so wrong, but sex is such a beautiful. My eyes met hers, which were a deep, dark brown, and her full lips formed into a really affecting smile, which I returned. My face then felt slightly flushed, and felt a familiar swelling in my shorts, as it hit me that there was obviously a mutual connection between us, a kind of lust at first sight.We chatted away for a while, a light inconsequential conversation, but one which flowed effortlessly. All the while I could feel my cock, concealed as it was by the fence, hardening as I stole. If you want to play, fine. But let me do it myself, under my own power. I am not your puppet!Instantly she knows she’s gone too far as unseen hands clamp onto her shoulders and force her down onto her knees. Her hands are pulled around behind her to grasp her ankles, forcing Mara to arch her back sharply. Then she cries out as invisible fingers grip her nipples with vise-like strength, her head snapping back as another force hand grabs her by the hair.*You forget your place, slave!* The.