Thread: The Semminary- phtlc and Babygirl67

I had always hated the church, been forced to kneel my entire life and was damn tired of it. My life had not been easy...Born to a Mexican mother and an American daddy, I was one of three children, the oldest and the most responsible, not that had ever really mattered. My mom was a timid little thing and my daddy browbeat her something fierce, and god forbid I stood up for her..then it was my ass on the block. His beatings were serious, no playing around, no go easy because I was the only girl...no he would beat me until I couldn't stand, then stand up at mass and act like it was all good, all forgiven. I mean that is what the church was all about...you say ten Hail Mary's and twelve Our Father's and you were absolved of it all..so you could begin again the following day, beating and abusing the family. Now the boys though, my little brothers, they had it made. Daddy doted on them, so did mom as a matter of fact, they could do no wrong. And if they did, they blamed it on me and I got my ass kicked again. The worst part though, was I still had to go thru the motions, the Mass, Communion every week, confession...hmm, gave the priest an earful more than once...and everytime he had a chat with my dad about how it was wrong, what he was doing, which got me another beating. I finally gave up on that route and just toed the line until I was 18 and graduated..top of my class at that. I never looked back, and never have said word one to my dear old Dad and Mom. Now here I am...Attorney for one of the best law firms in the state. I may be 35, but my body is perfect, thanks to 24-hr Fitness, and I still have the exotic looks of a half mexican, thick black hair that trails down my back and green eyes, the only thing my dad gave me that I actually love. I am not tall, but the heels make up being only a few inches above 5 foot. Now I am happy where I am..I have money, whatever man I want..I have it all, and then..like a ripe plum, the best present ever drops into my lap. I have only one thorn in my side..a pretty little wanna-be priest, barely old enough to drink and so full of himself he sets my teeth on edge. Everyday I see him, prancing about the neighborhood where I live, acting like he could walk on water..imagines himself the embodiment of jesus I am sure...so full of himself. I just can't stand anyone who thinks themselves so far above the rest of us, especially if they think the reason is their connection to god. No-one is better, some just behave better. So...little Father in training Vincento...I just want to choke him, but I have to be satisfied with the occasional snide remark, and the obvious semantic questions, trying to make him as miserable as possible. So, imagine my surprise, and unholy delight when I find dear Vincento peeping at naked girls. I was out jogging and low and behold, there he was, peering in the changing room at the dance studio, looking at all that naked, nubile flesh. And it wasn't just a little look, no...I watched, he stood there, eyes glued to that scene, that little virginal cock of his so hard, at attention even I could see it from where I stood. I could not resist, I had to do it. He was so intent that I was able to come up on him and catch him in the act..the little perfect wanna be priest... Now the question, what am I gonna do first?