" Sister?" Angela smiled at that. "She's a nun?" Yes," he nodded."Where is she now?" I asked gently, reasonably."Seventh floor, with the FBI people," ...Saul told us."Do you want to fuck me, Saul?" I leaned close, staring into his big brown eyes. "Do you want to love me?" Yeah," he breathed."I'll let you do it." I caressed his cheek and he turned his head to follow my fingers like a dog."Please..." he sighed."Your cock is so hard for me ... Isn't it, Saul?" God, yes." Where are the recorders for. ........ God I am feeling so hard, my cock is throbbing and so hot!!, I take my left hand off your breast, and slowly undo my zip, I want that hot juicy pussy so much, I lift your skirt up with my left hand, tucked away now, right in the corner, all dark and dingy, the music is so loud as we stand close to the speakers, you start to arch your back as you try and push your bottom up against me, I grab your cheeks with both hands and pull them apart, and with my right hand I. Slipping back into her heels we set off for "play" land. Not far from the pool were a few smallish buildings, several cheap plastic chairs and a sandy area meant to resemble a beach, in the center was a small stage. Those unfamiliar with these places and this aspect of gay life would be absolutely shocked to find out what goes on when male libido had no restraints. Building one had a custom bench where guys interested in being entered anally could bend over and get fucked by strangers, there. "He sighed. "How do I know this is a losing bet?" Because you have more brains than the average bimbo. I think I saw boyshorts on the maker menu. Would you prefer boy shorts over panties?" These aren't panties. They're Speedos." Opaads, actually. It's an off-brand. If you do more than sixty sit-ups, you can wear the boy shorts. Do more than a hundred and I'll giveyou that blowie, even though you haven't earned it." You can do more than a hundred sit-ups?"Chastity smiled. "We'll see, won't we?.