Her sister’s hair was just as soft and silky, but took twice as long to braid because she kept pulling the front of my pants down to look at my dick... whenever I moved in front of her. She never did more than look though. They both looked like a pair of little naked, albeit sunburned, angels.By the time I had finished their hair, the places they were sitting in on the couch had warmed up enough to make them squirm around to find another cool spot. I felt so bad for them because even with all I. This weekend he would make it permanent. She already had a room here in his home, it would be a simple manner of moving her things here and she'd be his slave and lover full time. He heard her car pull up and he placed the box on the mantle, to be opened later.She was bound over the bench. So far he'd gone easy on her, caning her ass until it was nice and red, cropping her cunt till it throbbed, then pumping it up until it was huge and swollen. Now she felt his large penis coated in her juices. Her pussy was already lubricated with my cum so she offered no resistance. She squealed as I thrust into her balls deep. “Yes fuck me hard” she moaned and I didn’t let her down. In fact I was determined to hump her as hard as possible. “Deeper” she yelled and then shook wildly as she orgasmed. It took me a little longer but when I did cum my head was spinning. We went into the bathroom and she peeled off boots and cat-suit. “Oh shit I am leaking” she said laughed. We got into the shower. At 11 am, Father Oswald was in his studio apartment at the rectory putting on his priestly vestments in preparation for celebrating the noon Mass. While dressing in the mirror, he heard the door to the hallway open and close. Turning around, he saw a hooded figure in a black overcoat locking the door."May I help you?"The religious novitiate walked up to the Father she idolized, stopping three feet in front of him. In one smooth motion, she threw off the coat, tossing it to the side. Sister Mary.