"Slut?" You made her this way, Chantal. You made her like this! We can't hurt her anymore! She doesn't deserve this!"Chantal was cold, shaking from th...at, and all that gone before, but still she made her voice calm. "Girls, enough is enough. Slut is right. Let Desiree be. Enough is enough. It is our time to find our light. Enough of the dark. This is where it can get you too."Chantal shuddered......"Girls, let's be quick on this now," Chantal said.They were at sluts house, with all the memories.. Unflattering details in the reporters' story drafts were excised by their editors. They had been told by their publishers and managers to censor any such reports. Late evening telephone calls from officers of the church enlisted "cooperation" from the media owners. Wise business and political sensibilities prevailed over sensationalism. Only the police detectives and the astonished coroner and his morgue staff knew the details of the priest's self mutilation.Without sensationalism, the story. After washing with seawater a little fresh water on a rag was used to wipe the body down. Not much different than the other ship they had been traveling on.Stripping down to his small clothes he listened to the sailors relaying orders to and from the rigging as they set and trimmed the sails. The slight breeze began to fill the sheets and he could hear them cracking as they stiffened under its force. Ponderously the great ship shook itself and began to make headway. In the distance he could see. “What happens then boss” “You’re going to stick that tongue as deep as you can in my arsehole and clean it for me, I want your tongue to flick inside my arse so I can feel you tongue fucking me!”It felt like an age but I rimmed her until my tongue ached each time I wanted to stop her gloved hand pulled my head back in all her moaning and words of how I was her little bitch now finally it was over, pulling my tongue from her hole, she ordered me to sit back in my chair, my cock erect, throbbing.