Béla choked and spat, but Jake managed to get some Tequila down her unwilling, gasping throat before throwing her back against the rear window of the... pickup. He threw the empty, dripping bottle as far as he could, staring into the darkness until he heard it crash against the concrete before turning his attention back to the object of his rage.Béla shrieked and cowered as Jake backhanded her across her face. She wailed as he pulled her to her feet, then threw her down to land with her back on. Seated behind a desk was a short dark priest wearing the purple which signified that he was a Monsignor. He had a sour expression on his face as he looked Father Reilly up and down, and evidently was not much impressed by what he saw."You will be Reilly, the child molester?" he asked."Not a child, Monsignor, not a child. She was ... is eighteen," stammered Father Reilly."But you sinned with her in your heart long ago; you 'looked upon her' as Our Lord expressed it," it was a statement, not a. ‘You sure that’s just a flesh wound? That looks like a lot of blood.’ She reached over and took his arm in her hand and unwrapped the dressing, a fresh pulse of deep red oozed out of the deep wound. ‘Whoa,’ the woman said, ‘let’s get some pressure on that.’ She placed to dressing back over the wound and put his hand on it, then went into the bathroom off the kitchen and returned with some fresh gauze bandages. Quietly, calmly, she went about dressing his arm expertly, making soothing little. I can feel your nipples against my shirt and you can definitely feel my erection. Without saying anything you kneel down and release it. You start playing with it and before long it’s in your mouth. I cum very quickly. You take me to the bedroom and let me undress you. I linger round your arse when l take your jeans off. I can’t get enough of your magical cheeks. Just as you do, l’m on my knees, spreading your cheeks apart and playing with your hole. I stick my tongue out and start making slowl.