This she allowed without moving a muscle."Better," he said, "But stand with your feet apart when I touch you."To his surprise, she did so without demu...r. Teasing her nubbin until he felt her lubricating, he took his hand away just as she was beginning to pant."On the desk again," he ordered.She lay across the desk again, and opened her legs without needing to be told to do so. Monsignor Flavin spent a few seconds admiring the beautiful bottom offered to him for punishment, and the private parts. What would I do next? I certainly didn't feel horny anymore, even though I never got to cum. I thought maybe I would get a couple of the phallic vibes I had brought out of my bag and double penetrate myself, ramming one hard in my cunt and one hard in my asshole until it hurt like hell, as punishment for being such a flaming jackass.But I decided against that. There would be plenty of time for self-flagellation when I got home. Instead, I got up, removed my garter belt and stockings and climbed. I can offer you work through the farming season on my farm, but you'll have to put everything back in and leave the cabin. I'll let you build a cabin on my place to use until you get something more permanent but that's the best I can do." What about the gold diggings? I've heard that anyone can make a fortune just picking up gold from the surface."Willy and I told him about what we had seen in the camps and how late it was in the season to start over the Siskiyou Mountains right now. He had. To my surprise, he reached across the gear shift and held my hand. He squeezed it. “I’m sorry too. I don’t know what came over us. Neither of us should have done it. It’s not your fault – well not just your fault. There’s enough guilt to go round.” There was a long pause. I stared out of the window at the fields flashing past. “Do you think we will get over it?” I asked through my drying tears. Tom didn’t reply straight away. “Do you want to?” He eventually countered. I nodded emphatically,.