”I didn’t have to be asked twice. I doffed my sweats andstood up, my proud prick pushing forward, as if seekingher out.“What makes i...t do that?” she wanted to know. “Is it me?Am I doing this to you?”“Yes,” I croaked. “I love you.”We stared at each other for a moment, and then I tookher young, tender hand in mine. I kissed it gently.“Do you love me, Carla?”“Y– y– yes.”Pulling her closer, I took her in. They saw it as the church stealing a good little worker away from the struggling family. Her father was sorry to see the convent door slam shut behind her because she was absolutely organized in finding his newspaper and making sure his pipe was always handy when he wanted a quick puff.Her mother was hard-pressed to take solace in the fact she had given birth to a servant of the Lord because she was far too busy serving the needs of seven other siblings of the pious girl. She was much afraid. And I much prefer girls, but you two will have to do today"Soon his face was only inches from that puckered brown butt hole, easing her pink girly panties to one side, then gripping her slim hips: "Oooooh Andi, help me take these off".She was already very wet when she settled her cunt onto the condomed boy underneath her; she spread some lube between her cheeks and onto Andi: "Fuck me, b*o. Fuck me deep".How could he refuse- it slipped in so easily, passed her tight ring then into her gooey. I am actually much bolder than Syndee, Sir,” she answered with more of a clear and braver tone.“You will address each other and slave Silk as slave whatever their name is. Is that clear?” He ordered.“Yes Sir.”All right, when can we get together? I am free all weekend,” he informed them.“We are free all weekend also, Sir,” Syndee told him.“Only speak for yourself, slave.”Chastised, she rephrased her response, “Sorry Sir, I am free all weekend, Sir.”In a strong clear voice that almost surprised.