She hoped that in her new job at the monastery she would be in the back and out of sight of such foolishness and she would be able to concentrate on h...er letter painting and her books. She tried not to think about the lip gloss and the eyelash shadow she had hidden in the bottom of her back-pack. She hoped she would not get in trouble with the monks for using the frivolous stuff but she like to look at her face in the mirror sometimes with her face painted up like a real society girl ready to go. Jett unconsciously bucked with his hips, trying to relieve some of the pressure she was building up. She took more and more of his cock into her mouth, until she felt the tip bumping against her throat. She tried to relax it, and finally managed to get all of it in, causing a long drawn out groan from Jett. After that, she started really going at it. She bobbed her head up and down, licking, sucking, teasing until Jett couldn't take it anymore. "Katy, babe, I'm...fuck, I'm gunna," he was. Neither had touched my hardness, waiting for my permission. I decided not to give it.I urged them up and, rising, we went to our bedroom. There, I stripped them both and positioned them on the bed in an obvious manner. Then, I went over to the chair, pulled it up to the side of the bed and sat in it. Sally and Nicole lay there like frozen slabs of beef, neither moving."Master?" What?"I was not in the mood to tolerate any nonsense from them and the tone of my voice said as much."What do you want. What did he mean by that?"Mr. Evans."He chuckled. "Call me Jack, Mark. It seems we're destined to know each other for some time to come." Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"Thank you Jack. I appreciate that," I said.Jack gathered his jacket up and led the way out of his offices. We walked a couple of blocks to a Pub I'd never been to. "Afternoon, Jack!" the barkeeper called as we stepped in. Apparently Jack had been there before.Jack waved and we found a table.Lunch was brought to us and it.