I was so engrossed by her autobiography that I didn't hear Father Roberto come in. I suppose I should have blushed or tried to hide the book, but my m...ind was much more mature than my body, and my sense of morality hadn't felt threatened by books.Father Roberto on the other hand was livid. Didn't I know the church had banned this book? Didn't I know that the writer would spend eternity in Hell? Did I realize the penance I would have to do because I had read part of it?Sigh!I really didn't have. He wanted to tie her up tightly and use her in any way he saw fit until she begged him for release or fainted from sheer sexual pleasure. Then he promised he would untie her and hold her until she was okay and then he would start all over again. He scared her a little bit too, with talk of riding crops and whips, clamps and blindfolds. But somehow, she'd come to trust him and her fear was tempered with a bit of curious excitement. She didn't know if she ever hoped to meet him - she was scared. With us being around 20 miles travelled we had plenty of time,i knew my wife wont chat because you cant hear anything in the back she knows that,but knows just shout when we near to services,as i told her before we left,we sit sat next to each other,i tell Lauren okay you start get my dick out and get it hard,i sit watching my daughter,as her hands go round near my belt,she starts rubbing her hand up and down the shaft of my cock threw my trousers,she does this for a few minutes,then as she. He nibbled some more and again his heart raced and his room continued tochange around him. The walls, already a pale blue began growing prettyDisney borders in the corners of the room. His curtains began changing aswhite fluffy clouds appeared across them.Having nibbled the edging off the cake he proceeded to lick the icing,with each lick a further change occurred in his room.Brian stopped, he turned the cake over, he felt strange, was it the guiltthat was so overwhelming, he hadn't felt this.