In the last few hours, her certainty had grown. Jezebel could feel it through the Ether. The priest would be her agent, an unholy shaman who would dis...patch Damien without Faust even knowing he was in danger.Go and seduce the MILF, purred Jezebel. She is weak. A whorish woman. Remind her of her affair. Remind her that she is a slut like every other woman.The priest's grin grew as his dick throbbed harder. He swept out of the blood-filled house of the D'Angelos to head next. So is Carl, but he continues rubbing just as we had planned , slow and deliberate.Once he had done all her back, legs and inner thighs ( not her ass ) it was time for her to roll over. I held the towel up so Carl could not see her nakedness just yet. Its all in the build up I think !! I laid the towel back over her so her tits we're barely covered. Carl began with the shoulders and arms and again ever so slowly he slide the towel down to her waist while rubbing oil onto her tits and  stomach. . beyond her wildest dream.Running his hands down her front slowly and pressing her back into his cock and away from the counter, he stops at the very top of her pussy puff. Karen holds her breath in anticipation of the final move. “Then there is that most delectable part. One that has captured my attention ... many times, but with the most discrete observation. A most beautiful pussy, if I may say so.” moving his hands down over the rising mound, very slowly, pressing his fingers in slightly,. The wounds from the rods through her arms and legs are still healing; they were left open to allow them to heal from the inside out. She has lost some strength but should get it back once she is totally healed and can begin to exercise, for now she is just doing physical therapy. The psychological wounds are a different story; she seems scared and submissive most of the time. She is constantly at my side, only feeling safe if she is within a step or two of me. It does not bother me to have her.