After Ann had been tricked by Pastor Jules to expose herself and forced to submit to him and let him have his way with her (see part 1: "The good Pastor"), she felt ashamed, used and humiliated. But at the same time she felt elated: never before had a man satisfied her so deeply! She had to admit to herself how much she had enjoyed being in the strong hands of Jules, and the final sexual act had not been forced on her. She had keenly pleasured the Pastor, greedily kissing and sucking his cock until he came in her. And she felt proud and flattered that this good-looking young man had chosen her - an already middle-aged woman.
But what should she do now? Confront him? Avoid him? Report him? Forgive him? or let him take her again? Technically it had not even been rape, as defined by the criminal law. Did she really want to report Jules to the police? Tell them all the details, what he did to her, and what she did in the end ... , and ruin his career?
Just remembering how it had happened made Ann feel excited again and she felt herself swelling up and getting wet. But what about the photos? She must get the photos back. Or had he posted them already on the internet? Thinking it all over, Ann began to realise that she held at least as much power over him as Jules had over her. If he exposed her by publishing her photos, she could just move somewhere else where nobody knew her. But she could ruin his entire career, if she chose to expose him. Ann began to smile. Pastor Jules might be a big and dangerous shark, but she got him on a hook, and she could reel him in bit by bit and make him perform circus tricks in the end.
So, on Sunday morning she went to church as usual. During the sermon (she could not concentrate on it), Pastor Jules' eyes rested on her several times, and when he placed the host in her mouth during Holy Communion, Ann could not help thinking of what he had placed in her mouth three days earlier - even though she felt guilty of having such blasphemous thoughts. Afterwards, when the Pastor said good-bye to everybody at the church door, Ann looked him in the eyes and just said "I need to talk to you" before walking away.
Shortly afterwards she received a text message from Jules "I need to see you too" and they arranged a meeting in her flat on Monday evening. On Monday morning a bouquet of red roses was delivered - anonymously. Ann smiled - the fish had taken the bait.
She dressed carefully for the occasion: Ann wanted to look attractive but not tarty. Her black lace low dΓ©colletΓ© push-up bra allowed her to show off her well developed bosom (mother nature had been generous with her). She also decided to wear a nice flowery blouse over it - not exactly see-through, but neither hiding everything. But she only left the top button open - let him work on the other buttons. The skirt continued the summery theme. Reaching down to her knees it did not look provocative, but it was wide and flowing, giving easy access to a roaming hand. There - she caught herself daydreaming again. What about her open-crotch sexy knickers? They were tarty all right, but once Jules got that far, that didn't matter any longer! No stockings or tights, bare feet and little make-up: her innocent nature-girl-look was complete. To compensate for the not so summery British weather she also turned the heating on.
When the Pastor arrived, he tried to compliment Ann on her looks, but she sternly interrupted him: "This is not about me. This is about you. How could you betray my trust so cruelly? I believed you and your cock-and-bull story of the anti-slavery project. I trusted you and you disrespected me so much. How could you? I really don't know why I haven't gone to the police yet. I thought you'd come to apologise, not to pay me compliments!" Ann's tears were streaming down her cheeks (good decision to use little make-up!) but she controlled herself and poured the tea.
Pastor Jules was apologetic. "Believe me, I did not mean to trick you. I really meant what I said and thought these photos of you in chains could make people stop and think and get involved in the anti-slavery project. Maybe I had not thought it through properly. I am sorry, but once I had you all tied up, I completely lost my self-control. Having you suddenly in my power gave me such a rush. And you looked so beautiful, so tempting ... my hands just had to caress you, your soft flesh, your beautiful breasts, your everything, every inch of your attractive body."
Jules knew how effective and powerful compliments are, especially on women who are not used to receiving them. He looked at Ann in a pleading way, and noticed her heaving bosom as she was blushing and let out a little sigh. She didn't seem angry any longer. "Dear Ann" he continued, "I want to give you something as a token of my appreciation, something to compliment your natural beauty."