A long, white feather boa crisscrossed the shot from her petite left hand, tickling as it vanished behind her waist out of shot to emerge back out ben...ath her, draped seductively by her right thigh.Her left wrist bore a delicate string of small white pearls, slumped under their own weight into a gentle bow, caressing languidly over her wrist. Her arms were smooth and unblemished save for a vibrant pattern of barely visible freckles dusted over her pale, but slightly sun-kissed white skin. The. ’ After he signed off on the check, he picked up my glass, gave me the last sip of wine he told me to leave behind, and asked loud enough only for me to hear: ‘My place or yours?’ From the moment we walked into his house, we had our clothes off and got tangled around each other all the way to his bedroom. He threw me on the bed, held my arms down, looked at me seriously before locking his lips onto mine. His breathing was heavy and warm. Captivating. I wrapped one leg around his back but didn’t. Our convent walls blocked us from the eyes of the laity, and by turn forced us to turn our own eye inward. And the deliberate merging of light and dark had become part of my self-scrutiny. During these late nights, after supper and prayers, after Mother Superior had walked the corridors, I kept two candle flames lit to let the shadows live.Want pulsed in my veins, this desire so intense that it was as if my body no longer belonged to me, as if I had given my flesh over to someone else as proof. To say that my mind was racing as to the prospect of a repetition of those wonmderful events was an understatement. I sat in the office and gently began stroking my cock through my trousers, closing my eyes and imagining all the things I would like to do to Clive while Claire looked on. The memory of that hot cum almost gagging me and the feeling of his pulsating cock so far up my arse that it hurt, was enough to bring me to the point of climax.I had to squeeze the end of my cock in an attempt.