Joe were there, and the spotlights bounced off the white sculptures. On the other side, where we crept up, the convent was separated from the school b...y a fenced-in garden, about 50 feet across, with an asphalt drive between that and the side entrances of the school. This was no picket fence; it was a chain-link that went up at least 12 feet. No barbed wire on top, though. I think it was high because kids played pinner against the school walls at lunch sometimes and they didn't want balls. Something awoke me, and I slowly remembered with absolute rapture where I was. I must have been dreaming of one of the sex scenes from the novel, as I could feel myself highly aroused. Before I could move, a man’s shadow falls across me; he stands looking down at me, believing I'm still asleep. Peeking through closed eyes, I notice he’s very tanned and wears only swimming trunks. He watches, and as he watches me sleeping he gets excited. I can see the outline of his cock through his bathing. I considered myself a strong, masculine type of guy, not really a “bottom.” But, I was drawn to him, I wanted to know him in every way. The first time we met, he confidently reached out and rubbed my swelling cock through my pants. I had not had all that much experience and his forwardness surprised me a little, and I found it such a turn on. I wanted his cock, bad. I couldn't help myself and almost instictively moved down towards his crotch. Miguel put his hand on the back of my head, probably. Philip had spoken as casually as if he was remarking on the weather. He gazed down at her calmly, coldly. She looked back and forth from Adam to Philip, not understanding, not able to understand. She couldn’t do this, she could barely keep her head lifted, she couldn’t open herself like that. She pleaded with her eyes, too scared to speak. Adam looked at her coldly, mercilessly. “Spread your knees. You won’t like it if we have to do it for you.” In utter defeat, Jane summoned the deepest part.