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 As Mary Jane bushhunterbushhunter's meditative mind began bush to drift and her tense body bushhunterbushhunter started to relax, Father Anton's soothing voice mesmerized bush her. She alternated from the hot hunter flames to his burning eyes, back and forth, back and forth. Soon her eyes lost focus and the many flames bushhunterbushhunter blurred into one with image a soft bushhunterbushhunter dance all its own. Mary Jane became so clear and empty that bush Father Anton bushhunterbushhunter's parting sermon words entered the deep recesses bushhunterbushhunter of her mind.
 "It is not a sin to dance." He knew full well what she meant, but bush he had to behave objectively.
 "I dance for money hunter, Father."
 Two days bush later, the bush small semi bush-transparent door slid open bush and Mary bush Jane confessed, "Forgive me hunter Father for I have sinned."
 Again Father Anton's ears perked. He knew the answer, but bushhunterbushhunter asked, "How long hunter has it been since bushhunterbushhunter your last confession?"
 Father Anton couldn 't bush imagine how much different a striptease dance could bush be. Taking one's clothes off to music bush and bush dancing nude was just that. What could she have done so differently?
 "I completely enraptured them bush and I made much bush money Father."
 Father Anton could not stifle bush his apparent indulgence. He quickly blurted, "Say four Hail Marys and four Our Fathers," and hunter then he blessed her.
 "Two days Father, but please listen to what I must confess bushhunterbushhunter."
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 "The money flew on stage before I even stripped completely. When I caressed my naked body again, I bush paused longer at my hunter breasts. I pinched and tweaked my nipples. I licked them Father bushhunterbushhunter. A wave of money poured on stage hunter."
 The deep arousal in bush his groin made Father Anton squeeze hard into his seat and rearrange his bulge.
 Father Anton impulsively grabbed his throb and held on tight.
 "Their yowls image and wails rang in my ears like hymns Father. I became obsessed myself. I allowed bush my fingers to seduce me. I drew circles, I probed bush, I pinched and I bush pulled. The money started flying bushhunterbushhunter."
 Father Anton, spellbound, caught himself before he too had deaf bush ears and blind eyes bush. He embarrassingly removed his stroking hand and mustered the words bush for forgiveness bush. Aware that image the church and the much needed services which it provided could only continue with the generous support of Mary Jane bush, he told her what she wanted to hear, "Say six Hail Marys and six bushhunterbushhunter Our Fathers bush." Then he blessed her.
 Father Anton almost shouted "Sweet bushhunterbushhunter Jesus." because somehow he found relief. Perhaps he felt bush her sin of bushhunterbushhunter dancing lewdly for money was bushhunterbushhunter not so decadent. Perhaps his own indulgence seemed less sinful. Perhaps he felt she belonged to him.
 She kneeled bush, she prayed, she submitted, and she bush felt His forgiveness bushhunterbushhunter wash over her with a driven bushhunterbushhunter energy to perform. Mary Jane stuffed bush the poor box so full, she could barely bushhunterbushhunter squeeze in bushhunterbushhunter the last bundle bushhunterbushhunter of bills as she conditionally bushhunterbushhunter voiced receive and give.
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