"Cheaper than off the internet," the owner of theshop said. "It doesn't sell well here and if yourfriend doesn't like it, he can return it to gethis m...oney back." Sounds find to me," she said as she bought it andgot home just in time for Tommy to be reading hislatest rejection letter. Even the independentcomic companies didn't seem interested in his work.He watched with a shrug as she opened the box andpulled out what was inside. His eyes smiled as helooked up at his mom who just nodded to let. OoOoo The Monk’s Tale or How an innocent novice monk was betrayed into carnal sin by a wicked Prioress. You will understand, my friends, that the events I am about to relate to you took place many years ago, when I was young and innocent novice, ignorant of the wiles of women, begging your pardon ladies. My father was a blacksmith, a vigorous and lusty man, who sired a child every year without fail on my mother until her death in child bed when I was nine years old. I was the seventh of sixteen. "I can make a fair approximation of Hollandaise sauce with what we do have."Cindy headed into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. I slipped into my robe and began boiling water to poach eggs.She approached me in her short robe pulling her fingers through her wet hair. I set a plate before her and poured two cups of coffee."This is very good," she said. "How did you make the sauce?" My secret," I replied.She reached across the table and took my hand. "There was something I was going to. She moaned like a bitch and came soon again.I was close to arriving so I lay on my side and took her from the back again.She kept moaning as her breasts swayed with the rhythm of our fucking speed.I gripped her hair tightly and said,”Bitch come for your master”.She screamed loudly as I plowed her harder till I came and she followed.I was so tired and confused by what happened that I decided to go to sleep.I woke up the next morning and went into the kitchen to find Priya cooking.She kissed me.