Jenna moaned again as his cool fingers slipped under the elastic waistband of her panties and lowered them extremely slowly over her buttocks and then down her thighs. Even she could smell the rather fresh, barnyard scent of her arousal, and she moaned again in mortification at the realization that the licentious Priest was no doubt making the same sensory discovery:
“Such a wanton girl is our Jenna, not able to control her body’s lustful responses whatsoever...I’m sure it will take many repetitions of this penance to even have a prayer of a chance to amend her lubricious ways...just look how engorged and moist her vulva is...absolutely animalistic! Well, we shall see how her rather capacious rear end reacts to a good long paddling!”
That said, the Father took up the paddle and delivered
