It was so weird talking to a Catholic Priest in the kitchen of Justin's big house. He and Angela crept around like they were walking on hot coals. I t...ink they were shit-scared of him, actually. I guess they thought he'd damn them to hell or something.The Father left the number for an incest support group in the Parish. I don't fancy comparing confessions with a bunch of screwed-up strangers! I kept the note in the back of my diary just in case I change my mind, but I don't think it's me.Angela. ?It wasn?t so much the fact that it pulled all the hair from my pussylips in one go so much as it had adhered itself to my lips and felt like it wasgoing to take them with it!!? There werea number of profanities muffled behind the gag!?The rest of the strips weren't so bad as thefirst and before long my groin looked like a little girls!!? Well, slightly pinker actually!! (I've sincecome to quite like it that way). Apparentlythe hair removal was just a distraction, he wasfocusing on my tits. My heart was beating so fast, I thought I was dying. When I came in her living room, I saw a whole lot of bondage gear ready to use. She told me her underwear could be ripped off or cut off if needed. "You start !" she said. I start to strip her down leaving only her bra and panties on. I'm ordering her to lay down on the bed, and when she did that, I knew I was a true dominant. I'm tying her hands together and spread tie her legs. I grab a pair of scissors, gently cut off her panties,. He forced them forward until they touched her chest, then rubbed his cock over her mound and looked at the way her wet petals framed his hard dark shaft. ‘Meaning bitch…’ He pushed it into her tight we pussy making her eyes go suddenly wide. ‘Fuck YOU!’ His strokes were slow and long. No racing. No wild rush to power into her. It might have been romantic or gentle in other circumstances. But being tied, gagged, and raped by a guy she had shared road rage with was anything but romantic. Connie.