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She was on her laptop when she heard the keys jingle from the other side of the door. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her eyes locked onto the doorknob as it twisted. Immediately, she closed her computer and raced towards the door. She checked her hair and makeup frantically in the mirror before dropping down to her knees.  The door swung open and she kept her eyes locked onto the carpet in front of her folded knees, but the butterflies were already stirring in the pit of her stomach. She heard the hard bottoms of his shoes click against the tile as he approached her.  “How was your day at work, Sir?” she said in a quiet voice. He leaned down next to her ear and whispered in a husky voice, pausing between each word, “Long, hard… and frustrating.” A blush spread across her cheeks and she fidgeted with her dress, pulling it down over her thighs. He tilted her chin up so that she was looking at him as he smirked at her; he thought it amusing that after all this time, she was still nervous around him. His fingers trailed down her neck to the pink collar fastened tight around it. He looped two of his fingers through the silver ring at the front of it and pulled her up to her feet. He pressed his lips against hers and almanbahis kissed her slowly; he could feel her body grow rigid at first and then melt against his caress.  “I’m going to need you to put on something a little nicer,” he mumbled against her lips. “I’m taking you to church this afternoon.” He pulled a strand of her hair playfully and chuckled at her confused expression before walking to the bar across the room. He made himself a drink and slouched down on the couch with his legs spread. “Go on.” They entered the cathedral side by side. Her red heels clicked against the tile as they passed pew after pew. There were masses of candles positioned all around, their light flickering against the huge, monumental works of stained glass. She felt her breath escape her as she took in the intense beauty of the building. She looked up at the high vaulted ceilings and almost became dizzied trying to make out the elaborate paintings that stretched from wall to wall. She wasn’t sure why Sir had brought her here, and there were knots of nerves twisting in her stomach; It had been such a long time since she was in a church – and never one quite like this.  He picked a pew towards the back and ushered her in before himself almanbahis yeni giriş so that he was seated near the aisle. She sat down and fixed her floral print dress, trying to pull it up over her cleavage. He leaned back against the wooden bench and watched her; he could tell that her old religious guilt was really getting to her, and at this, he smiled to himself. The choir began to sing and everyone rose with a hymnal in hand. However, he remained seated and pulled at the back of her dress as she began to automatically stand with the crowd. She took the hint and sat back down quickly, looking at him, confused.  He kicked her heels apart with one of his dress shoes and slid his hand along the inside of her stocking clad thighs. Her face flashed red with embarrassment as she realized why she had been brought to church this afternoon, and her thighs pressed together against his intruding hand.  “Sir!” she whispered frantically. He ignored her plea as his hand forced its way up to her sex and stroked persistently at the outside of her panties. He looked up from her legs to meet her eyes in mock-horror. ”A lace thong? In the house of our Lord? You harlot.” She squirmed in protest, and her eyes darted almanbahis giriş around with paranoia.  “Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered against her neck. The choir at the front was singing in an angelic tone as the crowd joined in at different octaves. He pressed his fingertips against her slit through the thin fabric, and nudged her clit in small circles. She was already getting wet.  Her mannerisms changed as her pussy began to moisten with desire. Her body knew its master, and it obeyed. He watched as her eyes would close for a few seconds at a time, and he observed the rise and fall of her bosoms beneath her low-cut dress. She was beautiful. The glow of pleasure was all about her as she submitted to his public desires.  The choir ceased for the afternoon’s mass and everyone took their seats once more as the sermon began. The cathedral went silent except for the priest and his words of salvation. With fingers still pressing against the front of her sex, the girl tried to at least pretend she was paying attention. That, however, proved difficult as her Sir’s fingers shoved the lace fabric to one side and dove into her dripping hole. Her cunt squeezed around his fingers and she bit her lip trying not to make a sound. He finger fucked her slowly, twisting his fingers and gliding in and out of her repeatedly. He caressed the flat of his thumb against her clit and flicked it up and down as his fingers worked inside her, doubling her sensation and driving her mad.

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