She was driving me crazy!Both women came over, in front of me, bending over from their waists, leaning down, showing off their chest and further incit...ng me to riot. They both had evil smiles pasted across their faces. I was in trouble but I didn’t care. The French girl took her finger and traced it up my leg, inside my thigh, slightly touching my erection, circling it and then running it up to my chin where she held it and looked at me hard in the eye.?So you really want to see our feet, up. And then realized..how would honey taste in Shweta’s navel..that thought made me crazy and I went and picked the biggest bottle in the store …at the billing centre..Shweta asked “hey Mohan..why do you need such a big bottle of honey..” to which I said “I love eating honey in some speciallll…..hmmm”..she said “what special..”..I said “nothing..”..how could I say that it’s to eat it in her sexy navel….I was just going crazy with the thought of eating honey in her sexy round deep navel…which I was. You look up into my eyes and slowly start to slide my shorts down off thighs, grinning at the fact that I’m wearing no panties and the state of my arousal. I moan feeling your tongue on my center, probing, diving into its depths and getting lost in its endless seas. I love the way you feel, sliding your tongue around inside me teasing my clit but never quite….your there sucking on my clit like a mini cock, marveling at its size and how big it continues to get swelling with lust. Moaning I. My body shuddered as the delight burned through me.My soul opened.And something dark, foul, and treacherous reached into me and seized the golden power. Sister Stella's eyes blazed like a thousand stars as pain exploded through me. It wasn't her love that filled me. It was greed.Greed for the power I possessed."No!" I howled as the realization sunk in. She had never loved me. She had never been a nun. She had always been a demon."Yes!" Stella cackled, her face twisted with greed into something.