I’d try to poke it back under the head-piece and when I couldn’t do that I’d try adjusting the head-piece itself – and in doing that of course...it would come off, letting my hair fall free. I’d stand looking at it, as though surprised to see so much of it, shake it from side to side, reach up and play with it. By that stage, if I looked out of the corner of my eye I could tell from the slight movement at the front of the habit that he was starting to get excited. I’d worked out that underneath. You slap my ass a couple of times as you continue to talk dirty to me and call me names such as "cocksucker, bitch, cumslut" and all I can do is moan and enjoy the abuse I'm getting. Soon I feel Sean tense up a bit, and I hope I know what comes next. "I'm going to cum!" I hear him say. You pull out of my ass and grab a cup that is on the table and say "Cum on his face! Give this bitch a facial!" he pulls out of my mouth and I'm left there on all fours with my mouth open staring at Seans cock as. .mist!''''You mean it covered their bodies!'?'''No Zip I mean it snatched them away… literally.''''Damn! sounds like something straight out of a movie! Is Ortega ok?'' Zip asked, now somewhat worried.''Ortega escaped with a few other men within the temple, but I've lost all contact with him.''''Ok, let me know if you find anything new.'' Zip replied as the feed cut off.Lara had been hired by Gerald St. James, a wealthy businessman who believed that the tales of the temple's curses were nothing. He walked in with confidence yet a humbleness, gentleness and sensitivity not many men dared to show. He bent down to kiss her. ‘Hello, gorgeous’ he said ‘You look fabulous!’ ‘ Thank You, likewise’ she said softly. ‘Let’s have a glass of wine before we go tonight Blake’ she said knowing they had another 10 minutes. ‘Will you pour please?’ as she made an excuse to go towards the living room. She turned on the stereo to the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack one they both enjoyed. ‘What is this?’.