There was a kind of tension in the air and a hint of secrecy became obvious to me from some of the Nuns. This made it difficult to discuss the events ...that had occurred on the night of Mother Ingrid’s death and I was confused and so wanted to talk to someone about it. Especially as my exercise routine had become increasingly more difficult to get through due to my fondness of Sister Angelina. I guess this had become obvious to Sister Annabelle as it was not long after dear Mother Ingrid’s death. Zoe: Black thong, Metallica shirt...Zoe: ... a smile :)Ok, now I was flirting... this might be fun.Jake: My old Metallica shirt :)Jake: You wearing your collar?This shocked me a bit. Why the hell did he care if I was wearing thecollar? Was it just a kink? I typed a response cautiously.Zoe: Yeah... why do you ask?I saw the little bubbles blinking as Jake typed. I awaited his replyslightly perplexed.Jake: CollarCom/Vibe2I raised an eyebrow in confusion... then a sudden wave of eroticvibration. Bigger that any cock I’ve ever seen. Bigger than even your impressive ten inches. Jack bends his knees pressing his balls in my face. I open my mouth and move my tongue over them. “She’s good at sucking dick,” you tell him. Jack stands and tuning sits on my tits. He lifts my head so I can put my lips around the pink tip of his cock. He moves forward just a little pressing the clamps hard on my nipples. With his hand on my head to help guide me I stroke his long white cock with my mouth, sucking. " Yeah." I got up. "Sure." I couldn't even remember the last time I ate with the boys.Everyone was at the table, fully dressed - which was depressing - when I got there. Dinner was good, but I was too tired to enjoy it. The boys were unusually quiet as well.Reality had finally returned and I hated it."What time do you want breakfast tomorrow, Boss?" Zane asked. "I thought I'd do something special." I have no idea." I groused. "Juan, what time do I want breakfast?" Boss, I think you have a.