Her strap-on was still buried in my ass but there was no movement. Maybe she was waiting for me to gain consciousness. The guy had already removed his... cock from my mouth. So as soon as I was awake a small cry escaped from my mouth.This was like a green signal to her and within seconds she started to fuck my ass with her full might. My ass was burning from inside. I had no strength left to scream. So I was just letting out small moans. These moans encouraged her to be more brutal.Finally, after. ” Her hand trembled as she reached out and squeezed his bulge through his cassock. “I can't...fight this. I...I am a whore. It's like my body has betrayed me. I'm so wet. So hot. Father, please forgive me.”Her hands pulled up his cassock. She licked her lips, her blue eyes lidded with her passion. For a moment, Father Augustine imagined her youthful daughter kneeling beside her mother, eager to suck his cock with Donna.“I am a whore. What is wrong with me, Father?”“Just surrender to me,” he. ‘Ah my dear curiosity killed the cat, but I should be the one to ask that very question should I not?’ He’d lived here for about a year so far but his accent still showed in his voice as though he arrived from England yesterday. ‘So are you going to answer me?’ I questioned. ‘Are you going to answer me?’ He poked my nose playfully and then in a whisper. ‘Ok, I give I was going to go to New York, I’m going back to London.’ ‘And you weren’t going to tell me?’ My lower lip popped out and started. But never until one day had he made any kind of approaches or had any kind of sexual inclination towards Smriti.Now as far as Smriti was concerned she was a modern day rich girl and used to wear all kind of modern day girl dresses. Shorts, deep cut tops, tight fitted jeans and tshirts etc etc.This day was a Sunday. Smriti’s parents had gone out for a family function and she hadn’t woken up early in the morning.At about 12pm, the doorbell rang and that woke her up.She was just in her shorts and.