She began languidly masturbating herself through her panties in front of me. “Hadn’t you better run off to play with your monks?” she inquired, ...ithout opening her eyes.After the half-hour service, I nervously climbed the stone stairs. Mercifully there was no sign of Carlotta and I buried myself in the Ackroyd biography, to await the bell for Vespers.My second night in the monastery was less fitful – partly achieved through the soporific effects of a hip flask of brandy which I’d brought with. He was so hungry that he alternated between kissing my lips and my neck. I could feel his tight grip on my hips.)J: Why? We're not even... Before I could finish, he kissed me in the mouth and didn't give me a chance to speak. He pinned me against the wall and started placing his hand in my panties. He forcefully spread my legs so he could touch my clit. He was circling my finger over it and said, "This is mine. You're mine."He then inserted a finger in me. "Oh!" I cried in pain. He bent down. ‘A perennial’ I’d agreed with Kyla, approving her choice once the assembly had shifted attention. ‘But do you think you can pull that off?’ ‘And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?’ ‘Please reframe that with a bit more respect Ky’ Gavin said, growing tense at her abrupt shift in tone. I waved a hand at him & he dutifully backed off. ‘It means Kyla, that unlike Donna, I’m not entirely confident that with your um- blooming physique- a princess is the best option. Maybe a WARRIOR. He told her "I do love the taste of my cum mixed with a young cunt." He then licked and tongued her till she was clean. He then pulled her off the counter and lead both of them still naked out to the living room.He sat in a chair and pulled her on his lap. He began to suck her tits as he played with her pussy. He fingered her clit and then her cunt as he loved to feel her cum. Then he ran his wet finger to her ass and shoved it just a little in her as he sucked harder on a nipple. He told her.