She felt that surely, her hand was guided by God’s love for her as many of the sensations Father Paul had given her had returned through her fingers.... It had always been exciting watching her friend and Father Paul, coupled in God’s holy embrace, however somehow the touching of her own lips and clitoris, made everything more intense, and pleasureful. She rubbed harder and faster and everything became more extreme in degree, as Joan gushed her fluids onto her hand. Joan lay back enjoying God’s. You know that! Maybe one day I'll lose you the same way. Who knows?" Don't say that, Clemmy my darling. Please don't say that. I don't care if you do get beaten. I'll still stay with you. I will!"Clementine laughed gently."Well. here in England, women don't fight over other women. At least I hope not!"She thought about this conversation while Viola was away at work. Would she lose her one day in the same way as she had won her? Would she be obliged to defend her right to this submissive and. Gene began to slide his hand up my thighs and under my slip heading toward my hard cock stuffed inside the pretty panties he had provided."What are you doing?" I asked, in my girl's voice."I'm taking your panties off," he answered.His hand ran over the outline of my cock for just a second before it moved toward the waistband. I managed to press my feet against the floor and raise my butt and hips off the floor so the panties easily slid down my legs. Free from its confinement, I could see my. "Upstairs, then," she said with such enthusiasm I must have made the right decision. "There's nothing like a nice big bed, is there?" She took my hand and half led, half dragged me to a bedroom on the first floor. There covers had been turned back on a large double bed. "No mirrors on the ceiling, I'm afraid but It's ready for us," she announced. "So let's use it." She stepped out of the housecoat, threw her substantial frame down and beckoned me to join her. I stood at the side of the bed,.