At one point, on a rainy Sunday afternoon, she remembered moving her pawn to King Four and then there was a blank space in her memory for the better p...rt of the afternoon and she didn’t know if she had won or lost the game.Monsignor Malone was up to his old tricks and had cast a spell over her consciousness with his mental tricks and she had given him precious hours of entertainment in his quarters with absolutely no memory of her depraved behavior.With the taste of Sister Angela on his lips. My warm breath suddenly begins to move, around the right side of her waist, to her soft flat stomach. My strong hands rest once again on her waist. She feels the warm kisses staying at her waist level, and realizes that I'm on my knees. My finger is inserted into the top of her jeans, running its way across the top, back and forth, feeling the soft skin under the tight jeans. With urgency, she feels her jeans unbuttoned and pulled to the ground. Her breaths are now few and far between. She. I just smiled kinda dumbly.He was clearly older--I didn't know exactly how old--but he had greying hair, so I figured he was at least in his 50's. He looked to be tall, stocky build, and had a nice warm smile and manner about him."You cycling in from far?" He said congenially."From Bedford," I said "about 15 miles or so."I was expecting--perhaps naively--that the conversation would take a bit of time to unfold, but he surprised me when he said: "A long way back...you want a lift..?"Normally I. “ Here try this slave. Open your mouth”. He did as told an obedient slave. She smiled as she feed him the head of his own cock. Chewing and swallowing he looked at her and said “ Thank you mistress”. His eyes never left the plate as she cut the remaining penis up into smaller pieces. Taking her fork and stabbing it into one of the balls and raising it to his lips “ Open”. She said and he chewed and swallowed. This continued until the plate was empty. “You may take the dishes to the kitchen.