I noticed the pooch in her stomach. Whitney did not have the ripped abs, or thin body that my sister’s other friends had, but to me that made her se...ier. Her full thighs pressed against my hips as her rocking and thrusting grew more intense. She tossed her head back and pushed her firm breasts forward. I could not resist. My hands rubbed up her stomach and I cupped both of her tits in my hands. My thumb strummed over her hard nipples as her rocking became quicker and harder. Her tight pussy. "I did break a few rules mom set up, so I guess it was my fault!Anyway, I didn't mind sharing a boy, I call all men boys when theyr'ein our little dungeon, even if theyr'e old enough to be my father andeven if he IS my father, (giggle). If mom and I are going to make loveafterwards then its nice teasing and torturing a boy knowing at theend he's going to be watching us have our fun with each other. Butif it's with other dommes like for a Friday night pod meeting that wehost sometimes; well,. The warmth of Sister Maria’s hands was suddenly on my face. She was smiling in that way that made her eyes crinkle at the sides. Then she was gone and the Mother of the Abbey was showing me to the door. She begged me to take my vows. When I didn’t, it was to the streets for me. Memory sparked again, and my nose was filled with the stink of the Parisian gutter. An old tavern keeper let me wash his dishes for a bent copper every night. Two coppers could buy half a loaf of bread. A man approached. It wasn't easy. Her eyes kept drifting back to the girls face. Seeing how her body reclined in her seat, the girls face alight with interest in learning. Her brow slightly furrowed in concentration while she fought herself to pay attention. As her thoughts were on Susan. It didn't help at all that Susan could feel her turmoil, mirroring her own.The girl approached her outside after class as she sat on a bench and gathered her notes."Hello, Susan." she said simply."Hello, Jill. It's been a long.