She would talk about Saint Thecla for days, and theswarm of women who followed her around. She would defend Susanna, who wasfalsely accused of adulter...y. She would debate whether Deborah was abetter judge than Soloman. And so forth.Eventually, Stacy stopped going to her Catholic Church -- St. Gabriel's --completely. She joined the Divinity of the Virgin, and quickly became anelder in the church.One night she announced that she was now Theresa. She was being elevatedto "Mother" in the. I pushed gently forward, filling her up again, feeling the velvet softness of her cunt as it caressed my cock. “So big! So good!” she moaned as she kissed my neck. “Fuck me Jack!” My strokes became longer, deeper, faster. Her hips moved to meet my thrusts. She urged me to cum deep inside her, fill her, breed her. I could feel the end coming and I told her so. Her answer was to pull my head to her breast, my lips surrounding her turgid nipple as I grunted, spewing ropes of cum deep in her. One of her past inventions was the ball end plug. It had a small ball built on the end of the plug. This was a favorite thing she used when one of her maids got a little lazy or slow in the performance of his duties. If the pathetic thing needed rest, she certainly could oblige.Installing a six inch length model ball plug up his precious rear she would then make him sit on a wooden stool, then strap him down tight making the ball end of the plug put a hard pressure up his sissy butt.It wasn't. I woke up cold and uncomfortable, and checked the time. It was almost2am, and the house was dark and still. I pulled the dildo from my ass,grimacing as it left my sore hole. I needed to pee, so I pulled up mypanties and heading to the bathroom. Sitting and pulling my panties backdown to my knees, I relieved myself and sighed. I was still drunk, thatwine had been strong stuff and I felt hungry. Too late for food nowthough.Suddenly, I thought I heard something and sat bolt upright. Shivering,.