The revelers, the whores, and the witnesses alike. Everyone here will purge themselves of sin, then I will send them to the next life before they can sully their cleansed souls.” And the twisted nightmare came full-circle. “Julia,” I said, no longer able to keep the fear from my voice, “you revealed yourself to me so that you could save Sara and the rest from my father. Now you will do exactly as he would have done?” “Sara and her kind were innocents.” Julia smiled, “Slaves and captives of a life they were forced into. These women chose their sins.” “And what about asian me?” my voice barely came from me, “Haven’t I chosen my sins?” “You have been touched by God for a higher purpose.” Julia said, her fingers running down my arm, trailing the patterns that glowed from my flesh, “To kill you would be a waste. But you are right; you must atone, or we are both hypocrites.” Julia’s eyes looked hungrily at me from beneath her brow. Strong hands grabbed my wrists, and my dress was torn violently off. ANGELA “Holy shit.” I whispered. My mind could hardly process the scene presented to me when I walked into The Pussy Palace. Any fool-hearted bravery I’d gained from Brandon’s kiss was washed away in the display of religious debauchery. “Hey Sparkles. ” Willowbud’s snarky voice said from my side. She was watching the action from a secluded alcove. There was something off about the way Corruption moved within her host. The last time I saw Willowbud, Corruption moved limb-for-limb with her, but now there was a delay, an uncertainty, as if the meld between them was weakening somehow. Not only that, but Corruption was much more obvious than she’d been before, like teen a tangible thing, instead of the spirit she was; that was probably why Brandon could see her now, if only a trace of her. Contrary to Tera’s fears, Julia’s methods were working. I just had to make sure she got sexy through this. “Where are Mom and Aunt Lucilla?” I demanded. Willowbud grinned, and gestured to the front of the atrium. Lucilla was on display, her wrists japan and ankles bound to an iron ‘X’ that splayed her voluptuous form in a nude spread-eagle. Julia was dressed in white robes, the sigil of the Holy Mother embroidered on her cowl, a japanese whip in her right hand. She wordlessly repositioned herself, now straddling me just below the hips, my cock standing against her abdomen. “Jeez gimme a minute will ya,” he said still out of breath. “Perfect.” My eyes move around the room and I try to find something to help get us out of the situation, but the room is rather bare. “I hope you didn't ruin her for the japanese rest of us,” someone called. sexy Over that was the sound of feminine moans. More landed on Mom's features. “I was in shock. Ever.” It looks down onto my bed. This wasn’t home. Is this what you wanted? “Why does he care if it’s just his ex-wife?” Dennis asked. The last thing in the bag was a red cape, but it was only a short one that came down to my waist; useless for coverage. Leann thrust upward, asian bouncing my wife on the futa's barely legal cock. teen You are really talented. lifted my japan butt off the bed Joe quickly moved his hand