" It's very nice, but I had thought we might shop a little before the Opera," he replied, "For the evening you may call me sir and dispense with the f...ormality."The car drew up outside the workshops and boutique of a world famous couturier."But sir," she said, "They will be closed at this hour." I think not. Shall we go in?"The great man was there in person to welcome them and Paulette was whisked away to the fitting room where she was offered a choice of three dresses to wear, any one of which. . unh ... it feels big ... it makes me feel full..."Arms outstretched, the priest held his chest well away from the buxom Novice's huge breast mounds and, with slow, deliberate strokes, he fucked her docile, acquiescent body. Looking down to where their bodies were intimately coupled he could see the pink, inner cuntflesh clinging to his thickly veined cock as he withdrew. On the down stroke, the soft, wet flesh rolled inward and, when he reached the bottom of his thrust, he ground against her. He has helped me choose what to wear, or not to wear, for the occasion, heels, a mini-skirt that barely covers my cunt and ass cheeks, a thin gold chain around my waist that hangs a few inches above my naked cunt and a skimpy short top completely unbuttoned to highlight my cleavage.“You look sensational baby, and very fuckable,” he tells me in an agitated voice, his erection obvious in his tight jeans with no shirt.“This is a big moment for both of us, a new sex experience and new sexual. I squirmed more and more. It was secured tight against my pussy. There was no relief. No escape. Nothing I could do could get my pussy from it.I wanted the torture to end. I wanted to surrender to my orgasm. But I fought it off. I would stay in this family. I would make it up to Clint for lying. I wouldn't cum no matter how much I desired that explosion of bliss.Oh, god, I would explode.No, no, don't think about that.“Shit,” gasped Stefani. “Oh, your cock. I'm going to cum so hard on it. I bet.