WhenJohn's sister had gone off to college, most of her stuff had beenstored down here so John's father could convert part of her room intoa workroom. ...ometimes we went down to the basement to hang out, sinceit was cooler there during the summer, and private.One afternoon, we were hanging out down in the basement, and I startedpoking around some of the boxes. I came across the boxes in which hissister's stuff had been stored, and much to my delight, came out witha bra. It wasn't fancy, or lace,. He licked all over and came up and kissed me. His lips tasted of my womanly juices. He grinned and traced the line running down my neck as he let me catch my breath. I felt his hard, long cock prod at my entrance. “I’ll go nice and easy for you,” he said quietly, kissing me deeply as he pushed himself slowly into me. I cried out into his mouth and felt tears come to my eyes. His first few thrusts were painful, but then, the pain became pleasure. He broke our kiss and stared into my eyes. I. My body is getting hotter, and my pussy is starting to get wet. She slowly pushes me onto my back, wrapping her arms around my waist, and kisses me. Softly at first, and then again with passion. Our tongues are dancing with each others, and she brings a hand up onto my breast, and starts groping them, gently then hard, pinching my nipples slightly. I moan. But she's getting tired of the cloth to cloth contact, so she pulls back and rips my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts in their bra.. “Kneel down.”Camilo's nerves were fraying. Sure, he could be here to serve a gorgeous female dominant at the behest of some weird religious sex cult, or they might be about to knock him out before pilfering his major organs and selling them on the black market. He realized, suddenly, that he was taking a big risk. The nun who led him in walked into the distance before the wooden door closed with a loud clank.“Mistress Vivian?” he asked, his voice cracking in fear.“Right here, slave” the voice.