I pushed my finger deep in to her and she just moaned louder and louder. “O kiss me, kiss me” she pleaded. I straighten up to kiss her lips and sh...e pushed me down “not on my mouth Jane, where you know I like it” and she pushed my face in to her cunt. Again my inexperience told but from her moans I soon found out what she liked and did not like.She held my head firmly while I licked her out and finally she had a massive orgasm bucking away at my face. She stood there panting for what seemed an. After all the torture and torment that I had been through I felt this wasthe worst. I had 15 days to go feeling like this and feeling completelysubjected and once again played by my Master I feared right then that Iwould not be able to win my freedom. Sobbing as my clitty continued tostruggle I had the most restless sleep of my life.The next day was pure torture.Master released me from my bonds and then left me to prepare for the day.I made myself up and got to the wardrobe where a full on 50's. I say we should try to see if we can get in, and you totally agree. There is something so thrilling about being in an empty church. Together we walk towards the back of the building. There is a small door with a posted sign that reads ‘Pioneer Museum’. I try the door and it opens with ease. It seems as though the caretakers of the property are very trusting of their guests. We walk in and find ourselves in the back room of the church. Surrounded by black and white photographs of the old. ‘Should I shave’? She though. But there was really no need to at the apex of her thighs her bush was neatly trimmed into a V-shape. She placed her hand under the running water; it was warming enough now so she stood under its welcoming beat. She went through her normal morning ritual shampoo and condition hair, washed and rinsed. Then time to cleanse the body, she reached for her body shower gel the liquid silky against her skin the liquid also turning to foam. Her hands began to wonder up to.