Alison looked up and said, " Please ,Abbot,forgive us,we were sinful ,I more that Mark,I could not satisfy myself,I had to feel his body next to me,pl...ase deal with me more severely," Alison begged before returning her gaze to the floor."Wicked harlot,you both will receive equal chastisement," the Abbot said.Despite their situation,Mark found himself failing to control his penis from becoming erect,a wicked thought of Alison encapsulating his penis in her mouth appeared in his mind . The Abbot. He started caressing every part of her body, their lips met and they could feel the heat building. In her mind she could feel his loving touch; she knew she would be safe in his control. He started to rub her clitoris learning what touch she needed to bring her to orgasm. She guided him in her needs and allowed him to learn her body even more. Her first orgasm splashed against his hands, he relished in her juices knowing he had her body now as well as her mind. He knew she was his; he could toy. . Sheriff,” Julias said.“Mister Terry is safe. He and the Prince are enjoying the evening together. He will be returned to you soon. Before dawn, maybe.” With that, the sheriff gave another nod, and turned around.And then Julias’s hand was on his shoulder and turning him back to face him. He heard a gasp come from behind him, Beatrice, and even he realized what he just did was insanely stupid. But whatever the fuck was pulling at him did not care.“He’s ... alive? And with the Prince? Why the. Her dark almost curly jet black hair hung down her face and just over he shoulders. It took me another second before I saw her huge breasts incased in a black leather tube top. She was wearing a black bra that stretched on her bare shoulders. I smiled at the most cleavage I had ever seen was inches from my chest and my wet lips. What the fuck was she up to? Did she dress like this all the time? I thought it was a little early to dress like a whore but I did not care as I kept checking her out..