It's like no matter what we are talking about there is always this look on her face like something is funny. Like inside she is laughing at me. I gu...ss I didn't notice it before but I must have seen it without realizing it cause it is sort of the look from my fantasy about her watching me with Kendal. That must be why I thought of it in the first place. It makes me uncomfortable with her, even though she is nice. Of course when I finally got upstairs and had had chance to use Kendal I. A whole five minutes elapsed before Melissa appeared dressed in a white blouse and black pencil skirt; hesitantly she stood looking at the floor and whispered, "Hope you like the choice of my harness/bodice master?"John walked up to Melissa and slid his hand up her tight skirt and told her, "This will never do, it's too tight; how the fuck can I access your cunt in this let alone slide toys up you! Now go change at once and don't keep me waiting too long, bitch!"Melissa turned and hurried out. He started thrusting into Edna’s mouth, forcing his cock deeper until it hit the back of her throat. He sensed her gag and decided to go for it. ‘She wants to be forced, so I’ll force her,’ thought Donal. He grabbed the back of her light auburn hair and pushed his cock into her throat. She gagged again, this time round his cock, which spurted a little pre-cum as her throat tightened round him. Edna tried to pull away as Donal’s cock slid into her throat for the second time. Her eyes were. .. how could it... what had she done?She let go. She was hurled down an immense slide. It took her back to a time she had thought to be forever gone. Her head floated up from her tortured body. In her ears she heard the sweet, decadent voices of nuns singing. The velvet clad voices rose from the convent. From the hell she thought to have banned forever to the deepest pit of her tortured soul.With it her training returned. She felt foaming honey drip from her swollen cunt. Rock hard nipples.