My legs felt so weak and I almost could not stand. My mind reeled and I could see him in my head like a silent movie raising his arm and flicking his ...rist landing blow after blow upon my flesh. Oh I needed this pain. My pussy throbbed again and I felt myself losing control and then the blows stopped. His lips were dangerously close to my ears his breathing was heavy and ragged, his voice was the deep growl of a wild animal. "Spread your legs." He growled calmly.I could barely breath yet I. He found my clit and began slow, circular strokes around it. My body stiffened and then relaxed as a mild climax rolled through it. I gasped, a little startled by the orgasm, then eagerly unzipped Danny’s pants to pull out his erect penis. It was indeed big, both long and thick. Precum glistened on the tip. I stroked it lightly with my fingers as I gazed into the young man’s eyes.“Fuck, you’re a horny bitch,” he gasped.I just smiled, my mind more on the feeling between my thighs than on what to. I kissed the back of his hand.“Peter, we’ll have coffee, and that will be all, thank you.”“Yes, Vladyka,” Deacon Peter said.He was back a minute later with two cups of coffee which he set before us before leaving the office.“So, this is not a business call?”“No. A Buddhist monk in Japan suggested I find a spiritual guide, and after talking with him, he felt an Orthodox monk might be the right choice.”Vladyka nodded, “Taking into account the cultural differences, plus your affinity for the. It was just near where I worked and I saw here reach into the cupboard take something from the pocket of her coat and hide it in hand before going out to the ladies lavatory. I'd seen her do it before a number of times and couldn't work out what it was all about. I just knew it was something to do with women, and lavatories! The funny thing was she never brought it back - she would just sort of bustle back, go straight to the wash basin and make a big do of washing hands. I couldn't figure it.