”Mom asked, “Why?”Bridgett just smiled at her before saying, “Because he controls you! Because he called you his slut wife, his exhibitionist,... and his sex slave. Because he tells you what to do. Because he told you to strip naked and get in bed with your son. Because he wanted you naked next to him. And because he wanted you to let him fuck you.”Mom looked away ashamed.Bridgett added, “He is not going to fuck me and he is not going to control me. I am in charge of my own body. And I want my. ” After an exchange of whispers, the mother sighed and said, “Okay Father. If you think it’s best, then okay.”The sixty-something priest stood and unzipped his black pants. Dott had fantasized about such things in his years of confessionals but he never thought he would actually witness it. The iniquity of seeing it was enough to make him shiver.It had effect on Fontane as well because the old man’s cock was hard. The older priest lifted the lattice and rotated it upward to open the gap. At lunch we had agreed to a late supper so that I couldcomplete the code review.At seven I heard Maris in the Kitchen and a moment later the sound ofthe shower. I walked to the Kitchen to fill my glass. On the counter wasthe balled panty. I turned almost picking it up but didn't. I consideredthat I was wearing Maris's panties. These didn't look familiar. I wasclose to the edge of the counter and bent my nose to within a fewinches. The aroma was of sex but the scent wasn't Maris's. The sound. I had never learned what his name was but had enjoyed my trysts with him in the past. ‘Nameless’ had a lovely plump cut dick that I had sucked and got fucked by in the past. What I had always liked about him, was that he was very affectionate and loved kissing.Predictably, once we had dispensed with our trousers and shirts and hung them over the hooks provided in these stalls, I was soon in his meaty embrace. The kissing, as always, was sensual and very enjoyable.Following that, I was shortly.