Catholic School Virgin

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At age 19 I was still very much an innocent virgin in both body and spirit and knew nothing of the word and so my Catholic mother and father sent me to a Catholic college hoping I would find a way to serve in this life.

They made me go to Catholic school.
They made me wear a plaid skirt and pressed white blouse.
They made me wear plain underpants.
They made me learn to be obedient to old men.

He made me stand in front of him behind closed doors.
He made me pull down my plain underpants and touch myself. He said "Its OK for you to masturbate when I say."
He made me kneel before him.
He made me touch his hard penis.
He made me learn to lick and suck.
He made me look up at him when he fucked my mouth.
He made me swallow all of it.
He made me bend over the chair.
He hurt me in my bottom.
He made me promise to never tell.

I graduated from catholic school with honors and with knowledge as to the ways of men here on earth. Now I work at a grocery store and masturbate whenever i like.

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
IT MAY BE TRUE

catholic girls start way to late, TK U MLJ LV NV

SweetOblivionSweetOblivionalmost 14 years ago
Promising never to tell

And yet you confessed

In the end and gave away all:

Such a naughty clerk!

Is management impressed

To find you can so recall;

As your deft fingers mark

The cleft? It is blessed

By sweet pleasures in the mall

And how fingers park

In panties when you're dressed

Pushed roughly against the wall

Spilling secrets dark.

Nice inspirational thoughts Sabrina.

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