“Mommy's just a submissive whore.”“She is,” groaned her father. “She just needs to be controlled, doesn't she?”“Yes, I do,” moaned Mrs... Armstrong. “I'll just be wanton. I want to eat our daughter's pussy. I lied. I loved it. I was just shocked. I felt I should hate it. I was ashamed she knew I loved pussy. I'm such a hypocrite. Yes!”I clamped a clothespin on her belly, pinching the toned skin. She shuddered, whimpered. We went lower, working down her stomach, adding more and more clothespins to. I re-visited the Franciscan monk and he told me,"It is all right to fail in your intent my son providing you are truly sorry for it. I have fallen down on my own vows many times when I visit one of the convents with nuns of dubious vocations and I constantly try my best to be pure of mind and spirit but pull myself up from the mud of sinful behavior when I fail."We both repaired to the order of the multi-constituted novitiates and sisters to consider our weaknesses and the good sisters did. I have never seen the dominating side of Rupesh. He is super cool but does he even want it?. The sound of his voice was ringing in my head, ‘Today you are gonna be fucked. Damn! Hard!’A thunderstorm was blazing outside and on was in my heart. Rupesh knocked the door. I opened. He was wearing fennel charcoal gray pants and a crisp white linen shirt. So sexy for a master! With a bottle of champagne and a pair of glasses in his hands, my God he was looking so fuckilicious.I closed the door. He. She snaps the cigarette out of my fingers and takes a couple of deep puffs. I cough my heart up into my mouth and say: »I would like to apologise that I was so pushy! I really like you - you don't have to be scared from me!« I pull her closer and our hard groins collide together, igniting a bright spark of lust in her eyes. »You seem to be a nice guy, Jack, I have no fear from you!«, she whispers, but as I try to kiss her she turns around to lean back against me and pushes her lovely little.