I moaned as she sc****d my sensitive nipple with her teeth and fluttered her fingers over my other nipple. She started to stroke one soft hand down my... chest and stomach, lightly digging her nails into my skin. I spread my thighs for her as she moved ever closer to my wet and aching pussy. Her hand finally made it down to my cunt and she stroked my soft skin lightly just teasing my pussy. I moaned and stopped moving my fingers.I wanted her fingers buried in my cunt. Soon Tammy slid her fingers. Look,there was a mistake,we are sorry and will be happy to leave now...please", Chloe replied meekly."SILENCE,harlot; my name is Mother Superior Thaddeua and both of you have not alone trespassed,but you have fornicated on our convent grounds;for that I will take you both over my knee and give you a good spanking,a spanking that you both richly deserve.Chloe burst out laughing; "You are not serious,you can't spank us,we are too old to be put over your knee and treated like some school k**s",. .” I turned and saw the woman for the first time, great body, nice face but oooooooold (at least for me, she was late thirties, early forties). I followed the joke and replied “so can’t I, that’s why I will start looking for another” When I turned around to leave, she seems to have lost the interest in making a phone call, because she started walking next to me. She started talking about what a nice day it was, and startled me asking what I was going to do with my lonely Friday afternoon. I. That was how Harry came to know Beethoven's "Fidelio" and the soaring denouement of "O namenlose Freude" which subsequently harmonised so well with a stiff cock and a rapid hand. But more significantly, it was exposure to classical ballet that sowed the seed of Harry's next fixation. Sitting in the darkened stalls, occasionally squeezing Priscilla's hand as a token promise of what awaited her back in bed, Harry had quickly realised that ballet offered a great deal besides aesthetic.