Bend...ahhh, success!I finally got his cock out and started gently stroking him off. I wasreally trying to focus on the head of his cock, which was ob...viouslyextremely sensitive since a passing dry rub would make him jump. I deftlyworked a bit of spit in my hand and used that for lubrication. Must haveworked since his cock definitely kept getting harder as I played with itand worked on it, and I soon found myself wanting really badly to leanover and see what that big hard rod would feel like to. But mostly I think it was probably seeing her sitting on that toilet seat like a cheap whore, hungry for cock, and you standing there like a Greek God, with your hands on your hips, with your huge prick sticking out, watching her gorge herself silly on your cock!”Mike’s smile grew even bigger and he laughed. “Yeah, she was really into it, wasn’t she? When I told her she was going to have to get it back into her mouth before I came, I thought she was going to tackle me! I nearly lost my balance!. Every Saturday morning we went to confession. For our penance, Father handed us, through a little slit in the wall of the confessional, a card sealed in an envelope. After confession we went to the Prefect of Penance who was an older nun. She probably wasn’t that old but to us early adolescent girls, elderly was defined as over 30. And of course the exact age of a nun in those days was a Vatican secret. The Prefect occupied a room in the basement of the convent, next to the root cellar,. She, as my Mistress, and thecompany?s impeccable business superior, considers me to be her personalproperty; though she has made me into a party favor many times for any of heryounger dike-ish girlfriends. Still, as a manipulativebusiness woman?s very persuadable sex toy and slave, I have been forced toswallow any remaining pride and now shamefully accept my new life with itsdaily mix of domination, hard core lesbianism, sexual slavery and servitude. Mycurrent financial dependency (as she.