The randy old vicar thought he could pose as a new office boy coming for an interview!
The lengths he goes to just to get into my good books, but of course, I didn’t want to deprive him of an opportunity. I went along with his game and put him to the test. Well, it’s vital, from my point of view, to test his credentials, and there’s nothing quite like giving a gentleman the opportunity to demonstrate his skills. The vicar who wished to be named anthony, arrived suited and booted, and there’s no place better than starting right at the bottom. On the floor in front of my mahogany desk, with his wrists shackled behind his back. Now anthony, I want you to demonstrate how skillful your tongue is!
Teasing him with my cream colour jodhpurs, stiletto boots, and my deep cleavage, the poor old sod didn’t know where to look. “Steady on old boy, you’ll do yourself a real mischief. Just close your eyes and think of England”. That didn’t help!
It just goes to show, age really doesn’t matter, if you’ve got an open mind, or in his case, utterly filthy, and one’s little cock is up for a good dribble, then one will continue to enjoy the decadent fruits of tease, torment and erotica! My dear old vicar’s journey did not end there, I insisted I take him down to my dungeon! Oh WOW and what a surprise he had! A truly fun filled session!
