“Hello, who am I speaking to…. No you tell me right now who am I speaking to…. Listen to me very carefully, get the one in charge and put him on the phone right now or I’ll show you what fear truly is,” Jenna went from talking to threats in a matter of seconds,” Ask your friend if is face is running and then get the one in charge… Hello sir… you know the number I’m calling from… that’s good because we have a problem and I need you here soon…. Sooner than that…. I’ll be waiting and I’ll take care of introductions.” I watch her end the call and set the phone down on Guy’s desk. She is thinking but she’s smiling and I don’t put the two together as a good thing. I don’t know how long she stands there thinking but whatever had her attention it’s now all on me and I’d normally like a hot girl looking at me, just not like this. “Roberta, Robbi for short. He likes you, thinks you have potential. Soon a man will come for him, you’ll pov know the man when you see him. You will bring him to Guy,” Jenna is giving me instructions. “Okay but how will I really know if it’s the right person,” I ask and she laughs a little. “Trust me, you’ll know,” she says then picks up her purse and leaves Guy’s room. Loretta Delauter: a couple days later Rosa is in the doorway letting me know that there is a visitor here to see my femdom son, there have been well wishers but nobody outside of a few girls from school have actually come to the house. I head downstairs to see a priest standing in my foyer. He’s not tall but he’s… a little hefty with a very big beard. Along with the standard priest black and white collar he has a simple broad hat in his hands, Rosa is watching quietly from the kitchen. “I’m Loretta Delauter, Guy’s mother… You are,” I ask curious. “You’re Guy’s mother,” he smiles big and very friendly,” I’m sorry but a striking woman such as yourself is not what I expected. Pardon me ma’am, I’m Gabriel… Father Gabriel of Church of the Morning Glory in Louisiana.” “Well it’s nice to meet you Father but I’m not sure how my son knows a man of the cloth from Louisiana,” I ask and he just smiles. “Well I was coming through a few months back on some cross country mission work and we happened to cross paths. We spoke of many things, family and forgiveness more than BDSM anything really,” he says fetish and I think about the time. “You were advising my son to forgive his family,” I ask and still with the smile. mistress “Family is important, to your son it is a crucial part of who he is. All I did was help him see that and let him move himself back to safe shores… so to speak,” Gabriel replies and I feel a little better with the odd priest, not much. Samuel Drake knew many of those farmers. When she hit pubic bone, she raised herself up pov and slammed down again. My eye was still a little black from getting kicked hard in the face. “Keep talking Morgan and see if I don't tear your ass up again,” he warned. Don’t worry, it was totally my idea.” That knot in my stomach was getting bigger still. "Okay, okay! They chatted for a bit afterwards. “Boys stay.” The dogs sat sniffing the smell of bitches in BDSM heat. I left enough money on the table to cover our meals and drinks and walked away. mistress I began thrusting my mouth onto fetish his pecker once again, but at a faster pace. I pushed her against the wall and femdom fucked her as hard as I could. And I noticed that Freddy's penis seemed to be getting softer and shrinking in his hand, while he was "milking it." “Let’s stay in the city and make a night of it. A rented phone slave. Trish shook and groaned again. I would cook hamburgers, hotdogs and all the trimmings. There was not a single little hair on her mons or pussy, and not even the slightest trace of stubble. I want your tongue making us cum, or you're going to be denied orgasms for a week.” I figured that we would make this a long weekend of fun and debauchery.