She started kissing me, and then she started at my neck. She removed my shirt, and I was now naked on the top. She started to touch the tent I had cre...ted in my pants. I sat on the bed and she went down on the floor. She unbuttoned the button and took off my jeans. The tent in my underwear touched even higher limits. She waited for a second and looked up at me. Then she took my tool from the constraint clothing and stood high my guy. She hesitated first and took a little time to take the. Like they competed against one another as to better serve their masters.--Now both Apollon and I felt as long as the focus of both groups remained on how best to serve males then the camaraderie was alright. Yet should their focus ever deviate from the only purpose of their existence then plans needed to be put in place. We needed to be prepared to avoid another rebellion of the slaves.--While I would’ve preferred to have the plans in place before continuing the crusade time wasn’t on my side. Come!” I ordered.I led the horse and somewhat to my surprise the nun followed.“Ostler, my horse.” I bellowed as I flung his reins over the hitching post just inside the courtyard beside my house.“Food,” I bellowed as I entered the kitchen.She followed, “Are you always so rude?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied, “Now get out of those ridiculous robes.”She demurred.“Out I say,” I repeated and I simply lofted the whole monstrous shapeless tent over her head leaving her shocked but near naked.Her breasts. Before I left I told her to meet me at a roadhouse I knewoutside town the following week and to wear proper slutclothing.The Road HouseI actually didn’t expect her to show up but thought itwas a good enough excuse to meet up with some of my oldfriends. The bar was never full as it was a dive usedonly by some locals and at lunchtime there were only mythree buddies and myself drinking beer at the bar. At 1.00 the door opened and what do you know in walked myupper class slut right on time. I.