“Prioress Gabrielle!” came the muffled voice of her supposed superior, Bishop Mathys, “Open this door! King Roland is here, and he demands to se...e you this instant!”Garbielle took a moment to compose herself, before returning her satchel to it’s hiding place and silently closing the armoire. Things were beginning to look grim, but perhaps there could be some other way out of this. She answered the door, a sweet smile prepared for the fat old bishop, but when she saw the black-armoured giants. "You're going to do that again," she commanded and pleaded."Yes, I am," I agreed. I dropped between her legs and gently ran my tongue around the edges of her lower lips.She shivered and tried to push my head in closer. "Do you really like it?" she begged to know."It's very sweet around the edges, and muskier but sweet deeper in," I answered as I continued to tease around the edges. "Would you like a taste?"She bit her bottom lip and then licked it. "Maybe," she decided, with a smile.I. John started dancing and reached up and massaged Ann's shoulders, but that was only for a minute before he quickly untied her the halter top behind her neck causing it to fall down in front exposing her bra to the whole dance floor. She turned around and gave him a smirk, but left the halter top down. Then John reached down and tried to undo the bra clasp, only to find out that it was a front clasp. So he told Mark, who was just standing there staring to undo Ann's bra, which he slowly did. She didn’t care that someone might see her. All she knew was that this felt so right her body couldn’t lie. There was a feeling deep in her tummy and her hips gravitated towards him. The sensation down below was something she didn’t fight against. She didn’t want to and she couldn’t if she’d tried. She ran her fingers out from his hair, down his neck, across his shoulders and faster down his arm. She took hold of his hand and pulled him inside. As she did her dressing gown slipped down from her.