She thought shehad seen someone for a moment but when she searched there was only thebreeze left behind by the closing of the heavy old front door of ...thechurch. No one was supposed to be in here, not even her, but she neededto feel close to God as she talked over her issues with him. She tookher position of prayer and was about fifteen minutes into her meditationwhen she saw Father Matthews enter from a side door and approach her.She made as if to rise but he settled his hands on her shoulders. The door was slightly open, my eyes shot open and I saw Brandon standing there staring at me through the slightly open door. I let out a little shriek, as I slipped and fell onto the floor of the shower.Brandon was immediately over and helping me to my feet, "Shit Abby, I'm sorry, so so sorry, I was just coming to the loo and then I saw you and I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry." Shut up, shut the door, then get over here and finish me off, I was so close." The words were out of my mouth before. However, I want to keep this pussy playing short so that Angela can get all fired up by the multiple teases I have created. “Right next,” I cock my head in a manner that tells guy number one he has had his fill. One by one they all touch my wife’s pussy. One guy got a bit clever and tried to feel her tit which wasn’t in the bargain so I instantly crossed him off our fucking Angela list. I walk over to Angela and ask her to tell me the numbers of the guys she wants to fuck her. There were ten. "You begged to be my slave," she said, "and I accepted you. All that was yours, now belongs to me. You will do what you are told. When you don't, you'll be punished, as you will be now." But..."Slap!"We go through this every month," said Mistress Gray, in a somewhat bored tone. "For the last six months, and I'm getting tired of it. You'll spend the next few hours here, getting prepped for your meeting tonight. I'll ensure they know to use you as hard as they can." Pleas..." One more word out of.