“It’s a reminder that you must overcome your own comfort and desires for those of your husband.”“Why does it have to be so painful?”“It’...s designed to be uncomfortable. Church is a weekly worship of our lifestyle. Women are dressed as slaves to remind them of their place in our society. Being uncomfortable keeps you alert and submissive, as you should be always. Like I said, it’s an old custom that has been carried down.”“What if…?” My clit was huge now and the ropes were rubbing it with. I might have been a little to eager or was caught up in the moment, because I really wasn't putting up as much of a fight as she expected. I was in shock at the whole idea of her fingering my ass. When I started to push against her, she had an Idea. She pulled out her vibrator and a jar of petroleum lube. She coated the big toy and smiled wickedly. We had gotten a toy that was about the size of my pinky finger, so while I was way she might be able to blow off some steam. She positioned the. “Still I couldn’t give a shit. I just lurve this big boy.”Henry stood mute as he always did. Ostensibly he was here for security lessons, but Glenda had run through them within the first half hour of the first theoretical lesson four months back, realising that her ex-friend’s son was beyond teaching the finer points and gave him the most basic of duties. One of the most basic of them was to service her body in every orifice whenever he arrived at work and she was available. It provided her. When they got there only Carrie’s face was visible as the nurses had covered her emaciated body up with some nice sheets to hide all the pock marks and holes the monitoring equipment had made. Those nurses had also done Carrie’s face and hair up to make her look as presentable as possible in the circumstances.Jessie was the first one to enter the room and despite her earlier misgivings thought Carrie looked just like an angel ... a sleeping angel. The others all followed in and the Reverend.