Thirty-nine years old 1519 Master’s dead. Master’s dead! I still can’t believe it’s true. My stomach knots and coils while I drag myself along the winding, hidden passageways leading to his workshop within the bowels of the monastery. I steady myself befo...
As Father Pavel prepared his weekly sermon, his thoughts wandered to the forbidden fruit that tempted him beyond reason. Every Sunday, she sat in the front row with parted legs, so he could see the glistening treasure that made him shamefully hard. Closin...
As Father Pavel prepared his weekly sermon, his thoughts wandered to the forbidden fruit that tempted him beyond reason. Every Sunday, she sat in the front row with parted legs so he could see the glistening treasure that made him shamefully hard. Closing...
