I continued to lick between her lips and suck on her clit. She gotwetter and wetter. By now her juices were making a small puddle on thevinyl seat. I ...ran my finger into the liquid on the seat and got it goodand wet. I felt for her asshole. It was tight. Very tight. I thought tomyself, I bet she has never had anything in there before. So as Icontinued to lick her pussy, I inserted my finger into her ass. I felther pull back trying to get away from my finger.I couldn’t take it anymore. I took my. A voice beckoned him into the room and Oliver gingerly opened the door and stepped inside,closing the door behind him. Sitting on a chair was a short,fat monk wearing a long brown wool habit.The monk was bald and smiled showing discoloured teeth. "Come closer ,boy,I believe your name is Oliver and you want to receive discipline?" the Monk asked."Yes,Friar," Oliver replied aware that the monk had seen the bulge in his trousers."My name is Br.Anselm and I am only too willing to administer to you;. “It’s incredible, I can’t describe it, someone else having that kind of power over you, it’s making me so horny I can’t stand it, but I don’t want it to stop.” We got back on the road headed east for Nebraska. I continued to tease her throughout the day, keeping her just short of cumming. By early afternoon, she was so wet I could smell her love honey and she was back to babbling and moaning. I saw her reach for her pussy once, but she stopped and gripped the armrests instead. Despite my. He didn’t push in all the way but pulled back to go deeper every time until eventually he was fucking her with long, urgent strokes. Nike pressed her face against the bed, almost presenting herself to him. Each thrust sent pleasure rippling through her body. Most of her hair had escaped her ponytail, and dark strands were plastered across her face. She pushed back at Marco, almost encouragingly and he took the initiative to go harder, his fingers digging into her narrow waist as he speared into.