"Wakey-wakey, my pretty Pastor."
Pastor Peter McKinley came to, and promptly realized three things immediately. Gracie was stark naked, He was tightly tied with duct tape and rope to a chair, and he was f****d. The room was darkened, illuminated only by candlelight. Crazily, panicked, he began to struggle, jerking his arms and pulling at the chords which bound him. He struggled, and pulled, but they were expertly tied and didn't move an inch. His arms remained tied to the rests and his feet at the ankles. Peter began to weep.
"Oh, now, now. Oh, don't do that, Pastor, it's so unmanly. Just accept it. If I had more time, I'd suck on your c**k a bit, if I thought you could enjoy it. But I suppose you wouldn't be able to get it hard, now." Gracie stood, naked and really quite beautiful. Her
