Jane, although finding it now extremely difficult to breathe, was very glad to have something in her mouth, as she wanted to shriek with both pain and uncontrollable lust. God, no! Stop!”
“Count!” said ‘Father Brian’, bringing the rope down again.CRACK! Sex Chrissy was facing Jane, and though the mask covered most of her features, Jane could tell she was beginning to be afraid again—was probably dying to ask what was happening but didn’t dare. Jane could see that she was beginning to breathe in gasps. But meanwhile Peter had picked up a wooden sawhorse that stood near the workbench and was placing one end of it between Chrissy’s legs. What in the world… “The slip as well.”
“Ye-yes, Father.”
She was wearing a white half-slip, which she now eased down over her hips, stepped out of, and placed on top of her dress. Then she turned back and again simply stood, waiting. “If you had really acted out of love I would have nothing to say, other than that you made a poor choice. But if that was the case I doubt that you would be standing here today.”
Silence. Peter took Jane by the hand and led her around the sawhorse to stand behind Chrissy. Jane saw that because the sawhorse was shorter than Chrissy’s legs she had to keep them straight—unless she preferred having
