“See something you like?” she asked as she looked at my groin. Knowing, or believing, that she couldn’t see me, I adjust my swelling dick. “I�...�d be happy to help you with that,” she shockingly added. How much can she see? She slightly spread her knees and let her skirt rise until I could see her white, cotton panties. “In fact, now that I’ve shown you mine,” she glanced at her exposed thighs, “it’s only polite for you to show me yours. Your apartment, I mean.” She passed me her rolled up bra and. He had never chastised Sister Mildred in such a manner because he was a bit cautious about her reaction to his methods. He had to be content with the display of her flanks and breasts flogged with skillful strokes by the young woman determined to chase the devil from her every pore.This was the season for some major holidays for both the church and for the general populace. The celebrations went far beyond the simple need to honor mother church and often required displays of pre-religious pagan. It wouldn't be there for long.I got up stepping back from her, I told her that she would be wearing a skirt and that the hem is six inches above her knees, hosiery, black high heels, and a white blouse. I told her get dressed so that we could get married and leave for France. When they walked into the house my mood soon became threatening and I snarled at her, " Your Father can't help you now, you are mine." I wrapped one huge hand around her arm and forced her down the hall pushing her into. Cami wasn't playing, she was just watching with us and laughing all the stupid shit we were doing. We watched a couple more episodes and by this time Cache was blasted. I purposefully made my drinks really light so I wouldn't be too fucked up to function but I was still pretty lit.It was about midnight when I watched Cache start to doze off on the couch, on the verge of falling asleep. I suggested we call it a night. My stomach was already in a knot thinking of what would happen later that.