Once again Father Hamilton’s head disappeared out of view as he sat on the stool between my legs. Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my pussy and gasped.

I struggled against the restraints, trying to inch myself lower and feel his mouth on me, but I was unable to move far enough. It was sensual agony in that immeasurable time with just that hot air hitting my most sensitive spot.

Finally Father Hamilton ended my torment and I felt his lips softly gripping at my pussy lips, gently tugging again and again on each side and conducting that same thrumming heat into my body with every touch, driving me...