But before I lose consciousness the acolytes return. Mypenis is suddenly released from the block and I am given a glass of water andallowed a little t...ime to recover. I am not released from my chains. Sister Ruth claps her hands once more. The twoacolytes reappear. One carries a large silver wine goblet, the other a trayholding cigarettes and a lighter. Sister Ruth takes a cigarette and the acolytelights it for her. They are dismissed. Sister Ruth takes a long drag of her cigarette andslowly. It was a big load for sure, stringy and thick. Sighing, he looked once more at the hot mom and tucked himself away.Two weeks later...Jenny needed a reason to let her hair down. Her week had been terrible. First Clara had been sick, then her car had broken down on the way to what would have been her first job interview since moving to Baltimore. It had taken almost all she had to get it fixed. She'd stopped opening what she believed to be bills and as such had found a less than polite letter. She smiled took the cigarette out of her mouth with long slender fingers. "Thank you. Just what I needed. "She lit her cigarette, handed back my lighter and drew a long breath on the cigarette and blew it out. The cold made her breath condense immediately as she blew the smoke out and it hid her face for a split second. When it cleared the first thing that struck me were her hazel brown eyes. "Are you waiting to be picked up?" I asked her, " Cos if you are, then why not come inside and we can. Mr Jones was young for an executive president, most people guessed about forty. Tall, dark, with broad shoulders and an impressive build, the pants of his crisp, expensive suit wide open. Brittany was twenty-one years old and happy to flaunt. She stood 5’5, with a body that she loved to take care of with regular trips to gym and to the beach. Long blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders, she had blue eyes, big pink lips, and nice perky 32DD breasts over a firm flat stomach, a nice round.