"Now the cross to make sure that you don't disappoint God". He placed the cross in the hole in the edge of the desk, the gleaming cross testament to Lizzy's bondage.
He had tied up some of the young girls, but he liked it better when they provided their own invisible bondage. It was so much better to see them suffer at their own hands, spread open willingly, his hands fondling their flesh as they moved about, attempting to escape, but always keeping their legs open and spread.
Lizzy's breasts ached, the sharp puncturing tacks continually tormenting her flesh. Now Father David began to spread her legs, knowing that he would be looking up between her spread legs, knowing that she could not close them, her s*x only covered by a pair of simple cotton panties.
His hands were already fondli
