This worked for her through school and its hormonal adolescent males, and college with its sex starved students and professors. It did not get her fat...er’s attention, but who needed that? But now, all the mewls and pleas issuing from her gagged lips got her exactly nowhere. She was clad in her inevitable high heels, with legs wide apart. Her arms were lifted high above her head, strapped palm to elbow. Wicked black clips attached to wires were clamped to the tender undersides of her breasts,. She cries in her orgasm, muffled by a cock exploding in her mouth, having to swallow the salty seed.Cheryl stands, and is quickly bent over by a tall black male, made to lean over the seats, shoving his cock deep in her cunt. His cock easily begins gliding in and out of her slippery hole. A male moves into the row where she is leaning over the seat, his back to the screen, his cock aimed at my wife’s mouth.All three are groaning and flesh is slapping as Cheryl is sucking and fucking two. As the new guy in the parish, it became my duty to man the confessional, so here I was, sitting alone in the semi-dark when I heard the door click and the swish of a dress to my left. Then… nothing. “Can I help you?” I asked.“Father Tim?” came the tentative reply.“Father Tim has been transferred. I’m Father Edward.”“Do you know where he went?” Her voice was deep, husky, that of a middle-aged woman.“I’m afraid not. I can hear your confession if you’d like.”"Well, if you really want to,” she said. If Operation Linda is to succeed, there will haveto be some drastic changes. It should be obvious by now that she's moreattracted to boys in skirts - - especially sissy boys in skirts - - thanshe is to the drab boy you've been - - up 'til now. My guess is that,after last night, she's gonna want you in skirts all the time. And Ithink she'll be willing to do whatever it takes to keep her very ownsissy boy happy. You do understand that, don't you Simonne?" Yes, Mistress Melissa. I understand,".