Clearly the priest was half terrified. Never before had he been challenged so ominously on his own ground, in a fortress-like setting that virtually n...o power in the nation could assault. The priest had come to consider his position, his sanctuary, as impregnable.The priest waited for some response. His face was fully flushed, red with anger and fear, his temples wet and throbbing, eyes nervously scanning about but always returning to confront the intruder.Mike was perfectly centered in the. She had also heard that there was some sort of law against this.As the truck drove off she was not very comforted by this knowledge, the welts on her bottom from her earlier beating had subsided and had given her a warm almost pleasant feeling that puzzled her? This was bad enough, but what really made her think about this was that several of the painful lashes she received on her virgin pussy, now were feeling quite wonderful as this sensation along with how wet she had become, was slowly. Abby smiles brightly, “Go on, it won’t bite you.”“I don’t know, uh. What if my uncle finds out?” Her fingers fidget with the already illicit glass of wine.“There’s nothing to find out.” Abby moved the pill over the wine glass hovering it dangerously close as Nicole looked on paralyzed. It falls in with barely a plop and sinks to the bottom slowly effervescing. “Except maybe a fun time.” Abby collects the undoctored drinks and leaves the young minor alone with the dosed drink and her. He was immediately taken upstairs to a large bedroom; lying on the bed were some wicked looking straps and buckles. Clara wasted no time; she lifted her dress and peeled her soiled panties off, allowing them to drop down to her ankles. The mature woman leaned forward slightly and spread the cheeks of her ass."Sniff my asshole!" Fenton did not hesitate; on his knees, his cock was close to erupting as he smelled Clara's sweaty ring for the first time. He was not disappointed; his balls came up.