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Father Beckman begged for God’s mercy when his cock went stiff and nearly burst a hole through his glorious robe. This hadn’t happened to him since he was in his twenties and fucking his way through the 90s, because “Hey, it was the 90s,” which explains why he could vividly imagine all of the cum-inducing positions he would destroy her in—if he weren’t a priest.But at fifty-eight years of age, and as a man of the cloth, those days were long behind him. As for his cock, which was about as thick as a pillar candle, it was erect and long ahead of him when he followed the obvious sounds of a sexually pleased woman down the corridor and halted his size twelve shoes in front of the open door to his office.It was sometime after midnight when the heart-pumping thought raced across Father Beckman’s mind and startled him awake. He had completely forgotten to photocopy and email a signed document that was pertinent to a church trip happening next week. And if the travel coordinator türbanlı gaziantep escort didn’t have it by 9 a.m., there would be no outing.This is why Father Beckman called a few times to see if his midnight-hours nun could have handled it, as he was in bed. When she didn’t answer, he assumed that perhaps she was occupied, or simply couldn’t hear it ringing over the industrial machines the custodians used to buff the floors.St. Bart’s was known to keep its doors open for anyone, at any time, except between the midnight hours of 12 a.m. – 3 a.m. as the staff cleaned. But nothing could’ve prepared the father for what was beyond the door frame to his open office.The sight of Sister Dreary’s twenty-six-year-old petite body, supple breasts, hairy bush, and gaped asshole, bouncing up and down in reverse cowgirl on the custodial supervisor’s dick, as she jerked his two subordinates to a filthy finish gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan on her face, rendered the father breathless, panicked, with sin on his mind …and inside his pants.Lord knows, he too wanted deep inside of Sister Dreary’s easily accessible anus that repeatedly swallowed and spat out the supervisor’s throbbing pipe. But what Father Beckman really wanted, was to baptize his lustful dick inside of her hole-y waters that she was stupidly saving for Jesus, he thought to himself. And at that moment, he knew that he was a blasphemous wreck who deserved to be smite. Immediately.This is why, Father Beckman quickly gestured the sign of the cross, and was quieter than a cotton ball landing on a cloud when he backed out, caught his breath, and decided that he would go and have a lengthy confession session with God, and seek guidance on how to proceed whereas Sister Dreary gaziantep türbanlı escort was concerned.Father Beckman ruminated on this for six days, and rested his inner demons on the seventh when he accepted that it was his cross to bear and that one day he will have to stand before God and explain why he chose not to put a stop to Sister Dreary’s sexscapades. Because the fact is, Father Beckman chose to knowingly continue to sin and watch every night as she had her way with the cleaning crew.It always began at the stroke of midnight in the confessional booth, which had a cleverly concealed glOry hole, and would end in Beckman’s office, on his desk, in the way he caught her the first time.After another week of secretly watching Sister Dreary’s face contort as she got fucked out of her nun tunic and into a state of multiple anal orgasms, the father had a moment of post-nut clarity when he tugged hard on the blessing between his legs and splattered a heavy load of cum down to the floor and his loafers. Beckman was firm that he was officially done with this Devil’s business and fired the custodians without cause, it being an at-will state and all.Sister Dreary didn’t think it more than cost-effective church business, and female support, when Waxing Women, an industrial cleaning service run by women, took over the contract the day after Ramone and his cousins were fired.