There was an "erotic get-together" on Valentine's Day that seemed like it would be fun, so they both planned to go although not on a date or anything ...like that.At first, the party seemed like a dud, but then they played a game where they had to get in line and all move together in a circle to the beat of a crazy tune on the boom box. All Mark remembered was his erection being squeezed by a beautiful heart-shaped ass with no underwear under her short skirt.The woman behind him was grasping his. “I ... I hate this,” She says. “I thought going into the dungeons would be fun, but it’s been a struggle every step of the way.” He stares at her, holding her close. “You’ve done your best so far.”“Yeah, but I feel so worthless. We’ve only gotten this far because we’ve been relying on your power.”“Isn’t that why you stole me away in the first place?” She nods. “Yes. But I feel like shit because of it. I don’t want to use you as just a tool.”“Elinore?”“I want ... I don’t know what I want. I just. She said no and I said that maybe things would blow over and that perhaps we should go out Saturday evening if she wanted. I suggested we go out to a Mexican restaurant we liked and hit this country western club I had heard about. She liked the idea. I suggested she wear the outfit she used to square dance in. She laughed remembering how I liked to spin her and the skirt would sometimes flare out to waist level. Of course, she planned to wear the frilly panties that went with the set. She just. Oohhh sirrr... Oohhh yeesss... I know it, Father... But? You can do something, can't you?" the buxom someday Nun panted, still breathless from her orgasm. "I know you put out his fire.I know I'll be able to resist Sister Capello." No, my child.you may think so but.it will happen again.I have to.I must.do something more." Father Murphy released her legs and they flopped out weakly, cradling his hips. Drained though he was, the sight of his luscious conquest lying spread-eagled beneath him was.