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Each bin was filled with dead flowers and plastic wrappings as they were due to be emptied at the end of the week as usual. Now it was her turn to give something back by creating the Spanking Agency and giving the women who worked for her a chance to control their own futures. So consumed was he in the moment that he didn't notice the set of keys left on the hall table partially hidden by an overgrown pot plant. Sister Catherine bent her head and kissed the cross hanging around her neck. For I have sinned and I seek forgiveness."The Vicar sat behind his desk as he listened to the woman in front of him confess to the weakness of the flesh. Boot polished black hair turning gray at the temples. The games he liked to play and how she very much wanted to be a part of them. Her Vicar looked like he was going to burst with happiness.
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He'd have her running around her sitting room clutching her fleshy arse like it was on fire. Looking up to make sure no one was about to come into the shop, Catherine picked up the latest copy of Adult Monthly News and began to flick through its pages more out of a sense of frustration than curiosity because everyone else seemed to be having a decent sex life other than her. The only way she got her rocks off these days was to diddle herself with whatever came to hand.
Then he'd grab her, bend her over the back of the sofa and rip off her knickers as he dropped his trousers so he could grab all seven and three-quarters of his honorable member and shove it right up her hairy pus... "Sorry," he muttered as he went and collected all the hymn and prayer books left on the wooden benches. Hey, don't let me catch you reading those dirty magazines or you'll be in trouble," he winked at her as he left the shop laughing. Jenkins just waved her hand dismissively for she'd heard it all before from him. Catherine unwrapped the brown packaging which hid these types of things from the general public. Come to think of it, her sex life was practically zero. Her eyes dropped to an advert showing a row of vibrators and dildos in various shapes, sizes, and colors promising the joys of heaven on earth with an orgasm to match.
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