And when the doted-upon son is angry, so father is angry. And when the father is angry the tower he is paying for at the monastery may not get finishe...d.“Punish the little turd! Whip him, beat him. Thrash him. Make that bastard piece of rotting meat suffer!”“I shall, I shall, my Lord. I promise”“Swear it, on this bible” Winstock knew monks could be slippery.“I do so swear”, and he had, the Abbot had to make good his promise. He may not be a good man, or even a good monk, but he was still afraid. And saying "pussy" just made her feel funny whenever referring to her femininity that way. She would never call it a "cunt" either, though oddly enough, she enjoyed it whenever Matt did. But that too was a word she would never use to describe herself. No... Julie's little affectionate word for her female self was "quim". She liked saying it, said it often, and after a time, Matt found himself saying it more often than not."You actually shaved her 'quim'?" Matt repeated now correcting himself.. We dressed and went out the door to my truck. "Come back anytime, now!" She said as she stumbled her way up the sidewalk to the house.Abbie was still zonked out as I got back into the truck. What a night! It had only been an hour since I picked Abbie up!I gently nudged her awake, but I kept my mind focused on sleeping puppy dogs.She finally came around and I could tell her mind was confused."You fell asleep," I told her gently."I did," she agreed. "It was a good nap. I had a great dream."She. The sight of Minerva fucking him was too much for him. He closed hiseyes. When Minerva saw that, she said to him "Jon, when I am fuckingyou, you must keep your eyes open all the time. Is that clear?" "Yes,ma'am." He replied.She bent down and kissed him hard, not missing a beat in the process.She was trying to locate his prostrate. With her experience in fuckingmen, she found his prostrate quickly. As she expertly messaged hisprostrate with the strap-on, he ejaculated copiously. The whole.