The Preacher's Wife in Bondage

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Ellen Weathersby sat quietly in the pew of her husband's church, her mind alive with the images of hell that her husband was expounding in front of her. "The pain, my children, the pain of a bee sting is magnified a thousand, no, one million times in hell. Think of it!"

She was, and her mind was alive with pictures that would have made her husband weak. Ellen moved her pert ass back against the stiff back of the pew, feeling every inch of her body alive with the forbidden lust her husband raved against. When he began talking once more of the ropes and gags the devils used, Ellen closed her eyes, pressing her knees tightly against one another, feeling her cunt grow hot and wet between her shivering white legs.

"God help me, God… God help me," she whispered, her moist lips moving slightly as her cuntal walls buckled under the increased sexual heat. Opening her eyes, she turned and saw several old women nodding approvingly at her haunted whisper. If they only knew what she really wanted! The thought of being naked and vulnerable while rough and rowdy men fucked her sent shivers racing up and down the blonde woman's tense thighs.

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