Wife at the Vicarage

Well, yes, I am the Social Secretary at the Golf Club.

Well, the FATE needs someone with a little drive behind them to, well, achieve where we want to go, doesn't it?

Well, hopefully I can help with that.

Thank you so much for devoting your time.

You're most welcome, Vicar.

We'll have tea in a minute, shall we?

Oh, that would be nice.

You're very pretty, Tina.

Oh, Vicar.

Not at all what I expected of a prostitute.

Vicar!

Yes, I know.

Oh.

Well.

And how long have you been doing this?

Well, about 18 months now.

It's not really becoming of a woman of your standing in the community, is it?

Maybe not, but I enjoy it.

Well, come on, on your knees.

Even Vicars enjoy that.

I wasn't expecting this, Vicar.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, Tina.

Oh, Vicar.

Oh, Tina.

Oh, Vicar.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

I suppose it's better to pull your skirt up.

No.

Let's have your knickers down, shall we?

Oh, Vicar.

Yes, over the chair.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh, Tina.

Tina.

Vicar.

Hmm.

Hmm.

And, well, come on, on your back.

I'd like to see your knickers around your ankles like that.

Oh, Vicar.

Oh, Vicar.

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