“What will it take to get through to you, girl?” He shook my head, back and forth, and I looked at him with wild eyes. “Perhaps…” His voice had turned thoughtful, and I chanced a puzzled glance back over my shoulder just in time to see his hand coming down toward my ass. Anal sex “Perhaps…” His voice had turned thoughtful, and I chanced a puzzled glance back over my shoulder just in time to see his hand coming down toward my ass. The nuns had pretty much given up and handed me over to the priests, which was fine, as far as I was concerned. “Please!”
“That’s right,” he murmured. Thank you God, it didn’t. I thought the Father had gone crazy. Father Hamilton’s punishment went on and on, until I thought I would die from the pleasure and the pain, and my only fear was that it might end. He moved away from me then, leaving me gasping on my dirty knees, mascara streaked down my cheeks, blouse torn open, pussy dripping.
