I release the bastard from my jocks ah thats better but not quite.i chuck the covers of yes much better give the bugger a couple of strokes.and prompt...y fall back to sleep hey he does'nt go down he's still there reminding me it soon time to get up.10 min's laterWTF?My cock suddenly feels hot and wet its a familiar feeling SOMEBODIES FUCKING ME,I don't want to open my eye's cause it might not be real and i don't want it tostop but dammit i have to see who this is.so i decide to sneek a peek. Go figure, what? Was my childhood fear of nuns haunting me?And the priest? He was Father McGillicutty from my old parochial days who I confessed to after becoming breeder livestock. That was a hoot. I thought it was just a day dream, kind of wet.I know, this is confusing. I’m just a furnace repair man talking swimming with supernatural goddesses in Sylvia’s spa along with Maria my candy lady all naked and messing around. Turns out Father McGillicutty hadn’t aged, how? He was still the same guy. “Does that look good in the mirrors? Does my ass look good?”I am Sarah, of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. My body is still good, both sexes love my legs and ass and the way I trim my pubic hair - less is more. Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused. I have a high sex drive, I am to. Really! This is what the stuffing in cannelloni must feel like! Then they told me to relax. Relax? Where? There's not enough room in here to relax!My arms still wouldn't come down to my sides. I opened my eyes, and there's the wall (ceiling?) of the tube, about four inches above my face. I closed my eyes again. For a very long time.Igor had told me I'd hear some thumping or knocking sounds, so when the tapping started I thought that it wasn't going to be all that bad, but I couldn't hear any.