As humiliating as Katherine’s invasive inspection was, the abrupt conclusion was perhaps even more humiliating.
After the older stranger had probed and sniffed her virgin pussy and then ordered her to masturbate for him, he had unceremoniously left her alone in the room, naked, panting from her orgasm.
But the worst thing about this shameful encounter was how much she enjoyed it.
As she squirmed on the man’s desk, her finger deep in her pussy, she couldn’t stop thinking about her girlfriend, Kara. She had never let Kara see her pussy, and she felt guilty letting a stranger see it first.
But she loved being watched by one of those priesthood leaders who hold total authority in Mormonism. She decided never to tell Kara about what she had done.
But that resolve would be put to the test sooner than she realized!
Once she has collected herself and gathered her scattered clothes, a temple worker led her to a dressing room and gave her the ceremonial clothing she would need.
As Katherine dressed herself, she thought about what she had just been made to do, and what was next.
So she was shocked when he found Kara waiting for her beside the altar.
And it was a dream come true when Kara kissed her like she had never been kissed, stripped her naked and positioned her on her hands and knees on the altar.
Kara didn’t tell her she loved her. She didn’t call her by her nickname. She knew there were probably others watching them.
But she didn’t have to do anything of those things. The way she grabbed Katherine’s boobs told her everything she needed to know.
And when she pulled out a glass instrument and inserted it into Katherine’s mouth, the teen’s virgin pussy got wet.
Kara walked around the altar, spread the girl’s cheeks and rubbed the cold, wet glass against her pussy.
Katherine looked straight ahead, determined not to flinch when it penetrated her tight hole.