She continues to speak, now in voice-over, as she poses in a skimpy black lacy bra and panty set first. Looking in that mirror and making sure she sti...ll looks good.“My husband said he had to marry a Swede because English girls aren’t dirty enough...” She smiles. “Then I see your show and how dirty the English girls can be – and I thought, I have to do better!”Cut to her in a red basque, those small boobs pushed up and together. Looking very presentable. A red g-string highlights the lean tops. He reached his hand out towards her and when it rested on one of her open legs he started sliding it up. She stopped him before he could reach her pussy. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked him between breaths. "I didn't say you could touch did I? All I'm going to do is give you some relief so just lay back and enjoy."She guided his hand back to the bed and went back to what she was doing. He resolved himself to accepting her rules and decided not to do anything to make her stop now.. . Genevieve was at her side, her ebony skin contrasting with the extreme fairness of our Abbess. I seemed to sense a question in Clarissa’s eyes and I felt a solemn if unspoken “yes” arise within me in response. They each pulled me by an arm into the wicked Misericord. I heard the door bolt and latch.The two submissive sisters were too well trained to show any distraction. Gwendolyn’s eyes remained latched to Mary’s as she happily pleasured her, holding her now by the buttocks, the lower half. It was also the first j I had ever given. It was wonderful for the both of us. It was something I had wanted to do for a long time and he had no idea that I was into cross dressing or wanting to be with a guy. After we were done we sat together on the sofa to talk and kiss. The more we talked, the more we kissed. The kisses were at times gentle and at times full of raw passion. Our tongues explored each other's mouths and every now and then he would stop to kiss my neck. I loved that.