..--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Jane walked upstairs and got into the hot-tub slowly. While she was ...aiting for her master she thought back to her last days at the monastery. The church had been very low on cash and needed a way to pay rent. Jane and a few other nuns had offered to be maids for hire and the church agreed to do it. The next day the church found people willing to pay for them. Little did she know that she would become a sexually. She studied them. "Play it again."I saluted. "Yes Ma'am, and you should say Sam after that instruction."Cate looked at me with a querulous expression and then laughed. "So it's old films as well as old music." She curtsied. "I'm sorry Sir ... Would you play it again, please?" Of course."Cate went through it a couple of times stopping when she got the phrasing wrong. Finally on the third attempt she sang a very creditable version. I could not believe what I heard. I know I had said she had a. We briefly rested our heads against each other, kissed, then continued. My muscles once again contracted around him, reacting to the grip he had on my backside. I knew there would be marks there in the morning, but I didn’t care. I could feel myself getting close. I increased the frequency of my rhythm, and he responded by fucking me even harder. It was sheer bliss, and I knew my orgasm would be intense. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to handle it, and held on for dear life. I started to be. .."Please...I...please..."The old one looked around, and his eyes stopped at a butter box (for bread)...he smiled....reached out. It was soft, half melted by the sun. He started to play, again, with your cunt. It was swollen and glistening. No need for butter there, I thought.He was good, this old man. You worked with him, and the younger one did loosen the grip. Your arms fell down to the ground, but you still lied there, in kind of a "muslim praying position", butt up, face down. The older.