He looked at them for a moment and said, "Are you sure you want me to see them?"I grinned at him and said, "Oh go ahead! You know you are dying to. I ...on't mind. What you see can't possibly be any worse than what you are picturing in your dirty little mind."I sat back down and sipped my coffee and watched his face as he looked at the pictures. He tried to be cool. But I could tell that he found a lot of them exciting. Most of the pictures were of me and my rapist's four friends. But there were. If I'm not there, check with the desk clerk use the name Miss D. Chambers. I dried my pussy as best I could and looked at my watch it was 5:20, I called a cab then pulled my outfit out of the box.A pair of black high heel shoes, black fishnet nylons, a black garter belt, a black knee length skirt, a white see-through blouse, and a fur wrap, nothing else to wear. I had less then a half hour to get there so I put on the outfit and checked myself out in the mirror. I saw a blue-eyed blonde with a. The tone of Sister Felicity’s voice left me in no doubt that her intention was not to tell me twice. I pushed myself out of the sunken leather of the armchair and sank to my knees on the extravagant and sumptuously embroidered rug. I was now kneeling directly in front of Sister Theresa, just inches from her feet. With a tilt of her foot, Sister Theresa eased her heel out of her shoe and dangled it in front of me on her toes for a few moments, before letting it fall to the floor. Uncrossing her. A hand came to rest on my bum. By then I lowered both of my hands and let them wander. My left hand contacted with a rather thick cock, still flaccid but I could feel the blood pumping into it at an ever increasing rate. I let my hand sink to the man’s balls and I cupped them. My right hand rested on the bum of the person in front of me. It was a nice round arse, of slim build, and I let my hand grasp his buttocks as I squeezed gently. For some reason I closed my eyes as I let the feelings flow.