I smiled. "What are my choices?" Beth laughed. "My ass and my...my...." "Say it!" She looked so serious now. "It sounds so bad." "Say it!" I said quit... firmly. "And my cunt," she blurted, her face turning a bright shade of red. "Say it again, Beth. Tell me what you want me to do." "I want you fuck them both--my asshole and my cunt!" She closed her eyes, obviously embarrassed with herself. This boldness was new territory for her. We had come a long way in just a few short months. "If I can't do. There were six other members in the group besides Chase and Miranda; they would meet once a week, on Saturday afternoons at two o’clock, to schedule activities and fund raising. The meetings usually didn’t last much over an hour.The preacher’s wife was very nervous around Chase at the meetings; she made sure they were never alone together. On their third meeting, Rev. Paul was to be out of town to preach at another church. He wouldn’t be home until late Sunday night, which meant Miranda was. He started so say something stammeredand tried again. I slipped out from the small alcove in the hall where I had beenhiding and swung the baseball bat in a smooth fast horizontal arc thatended and connected with the fat bastards right ear.CRACK!.....Thud.Hewent down like a sack of shit,taking the bitch with him.M leaped off thetable and cuffed him, we rolled him over and both sat on the screamingbitch while we tied her hands behind her back and then gagged her.Fat bastardwas just coming round. "Don't cum in me! I'm not on the pill!" Your not?" i asked a little surprised."No. Dad won't let me, so i won't have sex with any old guy, he doesn't approve of!" she replied back.Then she took hold of her polo t-shirt and pulled it up and off, revealing her slim brown body, and her little round boobs in a little white bra."But it hasn't stopped me so far!" she then said with a grin.Then she stepped towards me, pulled me towards her, and we kissed, deep and passionately, exchanging tongues and.