Clinging on to the last of his self-respect."Don't forget what is at stake. If you don't do as I say I will release the pictures and you will have su...fered all this for nothing. Now, say it!" I love it." He whispered"What do you love?" She smiled wickedly and thrust deeply to emphasize her point."I love your cock." Of course you do. You're just a slut now. And sluts like nothing more than taking a big, hard cock don' they?" Yes." His voice quivered as he held back tears. Tears of pain. Pounding her with waves of intense heat our bodies were slamming against each other, making the bed banging against the wall. I reached with one hand to the headboard to get a grip so I could push as deep as I could, her body was now squashed up and taking in everything I was giving her. You could see the pleasure on her face, groaning and biting her lip with her eyes wide open staring at me. Nodding occasionally as she felt my cock pounding deep inside her, she wanted it all and as fast as she. The truth would no doubt land her in the nuthouse. But, to lie would be even worse. For lies would tarnish her soul,lower her self esteem and more importantly, ostracize her from the God sheprofessed to love and serve. Avoidance was key. Karen knew that she would have to vigilantly clean upafter herself and thereby remove any and all evidence that could even remotelylink her to having ever been in St. Catherine's rectory. Having toweled off, she wrapped her hair in a second towel, donned. ' she pointed towards the distance behind him, and his gaze followed here finger, looking into the distance, 'just the other side of that hill.''I guess you were a bit of a tomboy then.' he said with a smile, hoping her was reading her correctly.'Yeah, I was just a bit, I climbed my fair share of trees.' she smiled in return, enjoying this polite conversation.'So why did you move to the city?' he looked around 'what made you wanna leave all this behind?'Putting on a cheap American accent she.