"Hello Jill. I missed you at confession." I'm so sorry Father, I thought I was suppose to meet you here for my confession."Father Leary smiled at the ...young girl. "That is probably best Jill. Wait here while I prepare." Father, please let me help you get ready. As part of my penance I should help prepare you for it."What a wonderful little slut she is. Father Leary thought to himself as out loud he said. "Fine, young lady. Come with me." He said as he locked the outer office door, before leading. He paused briefly to grab my hair then continued his incredible stamina while pushing my head into the mattress. Suddenly without any warning he yanked my head back and said “Oh my tight little bitch! Holy fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He tried saying something else but I couldn’t understand him. He was moaning and breathing heavy. I looked over my shoulder at him and he was covered in sweat. I thought he was about to cum but he was nowhere close. He stopped and stood me on my feet grabbed my wrists. A woman this old was too difficult to handle, having the bra strips pulled first, and then the bra cups. As I tried to unfasten this piece, she’d resist. She felt my kissing and said: “No, enough stop it!” This sounded like an order to me, the woman obviously hint me: "Go ahead, come on, you're good at this!!" “Oh, please, don’t go any further … I said: no!” Touch her legs and asscheeks had been the tough job here, due to unatended long periods. Well, I finally progressed into next level: . " All I could do was say that I was thinking about wearing it under my prom dress, and what did they think. Dad didn't say much, and honestly, he was too busy just staring at me. Mom said that it looked cute, but maybe I should be a little more reserved going to prom. It was a complete bust, except for the hard on in Dad's pants, there was no other outward reactions. Dad was melting, and I didn't do anything to help. I stopped wearing panties around him, and I always wore a skirt. I could tell.