I will know the source of your frivolity in the library,” she said, her low voice grating like gravel under a cartwheel. Margaret and I looked at on...e another. What could we say? That we were joking about the priest who had heard our confessions that afternoon, and our knowledge of his erotic enjoyment of them? Were we to tell her that the confessional was ripe with the scent of unfulfilled lust, and that the very same hands that placed the body of our Lord into our waiting mouths were dampened. I wanted to take my aggression out on the vegetables so I attacked them with a rage I'd never felt before and by the time I knocked off at just after 1:00 pm, I'd done our daily quota and half of the following days too!She was standing at the sink washing my dishes from the previous day and wearing an old shirt of mine, quietly I walked up behind her and slipped my arms round her waist,"Feel better now?" Mm yes darling I do" she leaned back against me and turned her face for a kiss, "Don't let. I relaxed only gradually witha weary sigh, still dangling from the chains that supported me beforethis trio of fools, once more in my female flesh.At least the manacles were somewhat looser in this body."Is it truly so miserable, to live your life," the old man asked meafter he cleared his throat, likely still gaping at my change."It's part of my curse," I told him.Yeah, I know. I've said that before. It's my mantra, I suppose."You are as beautiful as ever," he exclaimed. "Samuel, let her down,. He stood tall and proud, only wearing grey socks and big walking boots. The sight of him made Bettys mouth water. Bet came towards him and pressed her lips onto his. Her red lipstick tasting like the cherry flavour it was meant to taste like. Bet then went down onto her knees, she felt as her knee caps were comforted by the white carpet. Betty caressed her tongue onto his balls as his hands stroked and masturbated his erect member. Betty no longer self-conscious of her pornography and dildo.