Young Jamie Jackson Flaunts Her Gorgeous Curves On Bangbros!

And it was only then that the worst blow of all struck her.  She fell back against the seat, hand to her mouth to muffle her sobs as a voice in her head seemed to shriek, There is no Father Brian!  He’s never coming back…because he doesn’t exist! Or was she bent over, waiting for a spanking?  She’d had to see! And then running, blindly. She had turned her head and again peeked at her reflection.  She’d stared at the image: the long, dark hair falling around her seemingly blindfolded face; the profile of her breasts, shaped strangely by hanging upside down and nearly spilling out of their brassiere; the pale flesh over her ribs tapering to the swell of her behind, bent over the top of the chair; the long, long legs in white stockings and high heels, set off by the red knee-socks with which they were tied to the chair.  She’d imagined Father Anthony—No!  Father Brian!