Putting two and two together, any medieval peasant with half a brain would conclude only one thing: I was a man of the cloth.“This ... is Brother Ae...dan, Father. He’s ... a friar,” Derwa told Kenal, making her father nod.“Not keeping your vows well, are ye, Brother Aedan? Not that any o’ ye do that well, nor do barons keep faith with de king, do they? I heard of that nasty murder o’ de lord bishop, too, ye ken? Ha’e ye? Be ‘at as may, ye be a friar, so ye be guest here, a’right? Me daughter’s. The sweat poured off him and me as we heaved together and grunted like the animals we felt like. The hotel bed rocked and banged against the wall as I climaxed repeatedly around his thick cock, trembling uncontrollably as climax after climax took me. I remember babbling incoherently. His hands wrapped around my throat, which I had requested, and as I took the the now much faster thrusts into my body, he squeezed tighter and tighter, allowing only a minimum of air to reach my lungs. My final. As soon as the lock succumbed to my turn of the key, Devi pushed us inside. She removed what was left of Bess's clothes and straddled her mouth. I rid myself of mine and dove for her honey pot. "Fuck me Joe," she mumbled into Devi's cunt. I understood. On my knees, I held Bess's hips while Devi guided me in. I thrust and entered and drove deep. "Mmm," moaned Bess. The buzz she made on Devi's clit made her agree. Devi manipulated her clit while kissing me hungrily. Seconds later Bess screamed. Shewas either trying to get away or trying to make me comefaster, which she thought might be just as good.I was surprised when she hissed out ‘harder’.Harder? I was spanking her as hard as I could. My handwas burning. My arm was starting to hurt. Her ass cheekswere red as fire, and she was whimpering with every blow,but she still wanted more?If this was a battle of wills, I was determined to win.I started alternating hands: alternating sides. I spankedher until my arm burned, until my hand went.