I began to straighten and scream when two hands grabbed the towel and pushed it up into my face!I felt the long arms and bare chest of a man envelope ...e and the voice of James quietly in my ear saying, “If you want me to walk out and let you go, stomp on my foot, but if you want to have as much fun as I do, then just nod.”The next moment was like lying on my back, staring up at a guillotine blade poised to fall. I wanted to scream and push him away. He wasn’t my husband!! But his flesh was. Taking the cue (and hoping he hadn’t read things wrong) he placed a hand lightly on her breast. She moaned again, louder this time and put her hand on top of his, pressing down and letting him know she wanted his hand there. With this as her permission, he began mauling her breast, squeezing it, sinking his fingers into the creamy soft flesh, and pinching and pulling on her hard nipple. Now it was Angela’s turn to enjoy the ministrations of her playmate! Mark had dreamed of such an encounter. There she sat on a picnic table, leaning back on her hands, flashing that beautiful smile. "Come on handsome" she cooed and we walked up the trail talking. She looked around and made sure no one was around. We stepped off the trail to a low concrete wall. She pushed me against the wall and without a word started kissing me passionately. I felt my cock stiffening as she kissed me while slowly running her hand down my chest. She didn't stop until she got to my cock. I jumped a little at the. Oh there's a word..." If you can't remember must not have been important."He stood up, reaching his hand out towards the nun. She looked at this man, picking up her drink and downing it in one swig. She took his hand and allowed him to lead the way. "What do I call you," she asked.He thought to himself. The body had a name that it wanted to say, and his own name would not reconcile. He decided on a new name."You may call me, the Puppet Master. Master if you're feeling kinky."The nun blushed..