Sister Sarah had foresworn all such sinful pleasures and, although she was still regularly tormented by lustful thoughts, she did not even masturbate....It was God's will. At least, so she had believed until now.The young nun could not go to her Mother Superior because she had sinned with the priest. And she couldn't go to the priest because he had not only sinned with Mother Ursula but also with Christina. Her only refuge appeared to be the young monk and, with nervous reluctance, she made her. "I don't care what they said. I want, no, need you to make love to me Jarod. I need to feel you inside me Baby. Please make love to me." she pleads softly, stroking the back of his head to his neck and the other hand running up and down the tense muscles in his back."We'll have to go really slow. I don't want to hurt you." he acquiesces, screaming 'Yes' in his head. Micheal nods starting to push his jeans down around his hips, taking the shorts with them. Jarod rolls over on to his back and. She had to think hard about what she had read about a Supreme Enchantress. She thought about the ancestor that Menno had mentioned and remembered that it was the woman’s other title.It was said she could charm any man and even women to do her bidding, and it was how she kept the other Kingdoms in line. “Mother, I doubt I’m an enchantress. To date, I’ve not exactly had a lot of luck keeping one man, let alone charming whole Kingdoms.”Queen Lillian stood and looked at her youngest child. She had. She was taken aback.Sofia : What do you mean?Me : You were drunk and licking my face and you were reeking of whiskey.Sofia : So ? I am a great kisser.Me : Evidently not.Sofia : You want evidence huh.Me : Of course.She pulled me closer and smooched me. It was great and I told her that I’m better. She said achha dikhaao.I picked her up on my lap, stood up, nailed her to the wall and started kissing her. When she was running out of breathe I kissed her shoulder, neck and went behind her ear..