Chapter 29 Hera

• Hera's heart pounded like a war drum as she slipped out of her apartment at 10:45 PM, the sheer robe whispering against her skin as she walked like a black cat in the night, forever watchful of her steps.
• The black lace bra cradled her heavy tits, nipples poking through the thin fabric, while the thong wedged between her ass cheeks, already damp from the shower fantasy.
• Midnight loomed, but Father Richard's command echoed: behind the altar and all she could think about was how to meet up to fulfil his command.