Ordinarily, Julian would object to such cruel and capricious treatment such as his disciples and he meted out to the nuns, but these evil cunts had mo...e than earned it. Years of abuse heaped upon his fellow orphans and he had at last come full circle and the chickens had finally come home to roost. Only one victim remained: Douglas Fletcher. He would have to suffer to atone for his crimes against Julian as well.Once bound inside their cages, awaiting the completion of the cells, all twenty-four. Main samajh gaya aunty saalo se nahi chudi hain. Main apni paint nika kar underwear main aunty ke side me aakar let gayi.Aunty mere face ke upar aakar mere galon ko apni jeeb se chatne lagi, meri aankho ko chumne lagi, meri neck pe kiss karne lagi ,main bhi unhe kis s karne laga ,aunty e boobs meri chest ko daba rahe the boobs kafi bade aur heavy mehsos ho rajha thaAunty paglon ki tarha muje chum rahi thi ,aunty mere nipple apne daton se kaat rahi thi .Aunty truely experienced thi wo bed par. "I suppose I should introduce myself; I'm Vanessa. I know it sounds strange me having a woman's name but that's how we work," he begins."We?" I ask."We are a group of what are known as 'closet' transvestites. That is we regularly meet in secret and only our friends and select people are invited." We only know each other by our femme names; we are discreet and anonymous. We stay in contact by email or cell phone and we seldom meet in drab," he concludes."Sort of like AA?" I joke, but it is not. As I spurted the last blast of my cum into her depths, her flesh rippled about me. She screamed out in pleasure, shuddering between us. I held her tight, loving the fact that this bitch was turned into my sex slave. She would worship me. Love me. She would be so happy serving me. She and Tracy and Rebecca and, most importantly, Aurora.I stared down at my first sex slave, such joy bursting in her green eyes as she shuddered through her own orgasm. She beamed up at me. Such a wonderful, naughty.