Finally, he remembered how to, and walked back over to her. He was once again standing by her bed, ready to do it. Ive been a bad girl, and now I have...to be locked up. she whispered to him. He held the handcuffs out to her. Yes, youve been very naughty. Lay back and Im locking you up. he said. She lay back so her head was laying on the pillow, and she held her wrists out to him. He clicked the cuffs until they were comfortable on her. Then he fussed over making them stay on the bed slats. He. My hard dick was throbbing, and myknees were shaking.There was one girl in particular, a cute girl withlight brown hair, that had two hands on me at once,and she was pushing the other girls out of the way.Soon, I could feel something wet and warm on the headof my cock, and the other girls backed away as Ilooked down.The girl had the head of my dick in her mouth.“Suck him, Charlotte,” said one of the girls.“Take it all the way in your mouth,” another said.Charlotte did.. And now you think you can stand there and tell me it never happened?"Softly she said; "It didn't happen, Sweetie. Really? Think about it, Silly Boy, you know I studied drama in college and you know I won all sorts of awards in the theatre. It's not the first time I fooled you about something, right? And honestly, you're not all that hard to fool. You know I am an awesome actress. You know my IQ is a lot higher than yours but I thought even you could figure out that act. Obviously I have done a. “Hadn’t you better run off to play with your monks?” she inquired, without opening her eyes.After the half-hour service, I nervously climbed the stone stairs. Mercifully there was no sign of Carlotta and I buried myself in the Ackroyd biography, to await the bell for Vespers.My second night in the monastery was less fitful – partly achieved through the soporific effects of a hip flask of brandy which I’d brought with me. Neither did I discover any more ‘death threats’ scratched in the sand on.