Our convent walls blocked us from the eyes of the laity, and by turn forced us to turn our own eye inward. And the deliberate merging of light and dar... had become part of my self-scrutiny. During these late nights, after supper and prayers, after Mother Superior had walked the corridors, I kept two candle flames lit to let the shadows live.Want pulsed in my veins, this desire so intense that it was as if my body no longer belonged to me, as if I had given my flesh over to someone else as proof. " .. slap... "free" ...slap ... "from"... slap... "your" ... slap ... "cage" ... slap ... "doesn?t" ... slap... "mean" ... slap ... "you" ... slap ... "get" ... slap ... "to" ...slap ... "cum" ... slap...slap...slap...slap...slap... "tonight." Look how red and angry that cock is getting, if you don?t mind I amgoing to try to match that color on her ass" said Mistress Mel"While you are working on her ass, I am going to torture her cock andballs."They started coordinating their slaps because. I told her that keeping hair up all the time, hides its beauty. Her face turned red and she told me that she’d wear it down if I would like for her to. I said I would, then I pulled a few pins from it and it fell down."There! That's much better," I said as I combed it with my fingers.She blushed again and whispered, “Oh, Sir Albert!”That's when I knew that I could get her into bed. Her small bedroom is not in the palace but is in another building. So, I would have to make arrangements to meet. Marguerite closed her eyes and groaned. Too bad… Buckley would be a nice catch… It was hard not to be impressed by his stature amongst other things. Marguerite stifled a chuckled as she felt the bounce of her breasts. She reached up and pinched her nipples, groaning once again. He was boyishly handsome, with his thick mop of golden hair, and moss-coloured eyes, and, she couldn’t deny she liked a good hard fucking, but there was something… Marguerite opened her eyes and looked at Buckley’s face.