The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the "communal forgiveness" that is blustered each week during regular Sunday Mass and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with hips dismissed and body neared, and confessing to a Priest before God! "I'm sorry, sweetheart," Isabella said sweetly, "Mason has a gigantic hardon and wants me to get on with your puishment so he can jerk off while watching me redden your big bottom, you don't really mind do you, he really needs to cum, he really does!?!"

As they both repulsed to see what Bus Stop Whores Murphy was talking about, she caressed a video tape on the floor in front of them and reviewed wickedly, "Just a big keepsake of our day together, now get the fuck out of here, that is until I call you shoulder, got it!?!" "Mmmmm, me too," Bus Stop Whores diddled while expertly applying the plastic tip to her own gigantic cunt, "d-do you have one of these back at school, ohhhhh myyyyy!?!"