I have small pert tits, black hair with bangs, long legs and full lips, but my best feature is my ass. I wore short dresses to the laundry room, tiny ...leated skirts, tight little pajama shorts that showed my pussy lips and the crack of my ass. Sometimes I wore lingerie: thigh highs, tiny lace dresses, fishnets, push up bras that thrust my tits out and exposed the tops of my nipples. I felt so dirty, dressed like a whore, my clit pressed against the dryer, my fingers in my pussy, cumming in. ~~~~~~The tuneless clang of the abbey bell, announcing the hour of Matins, awakened Abigail from her disturbed sleep. Reluctantly she pushed back the single woollen blanket under which she slept and slipped on her rough habit over her shift. The bare stone was bitterly cold under her feet, and she quickly donned her shoes. Around her in the dormitory her fellow postulants were doing the same, some of them already disappearing through the door, and she hurried to join them.Once the bell had. "Chet," she said."What's going on Chet?" Max asked."Hey boss, a plane from Star City just landed and my contact at the airport shot a cell phone video of the passengers deplaning and sent it to me. Rod McSwain was on that plane with another man I don't recognize. McSwain was the Mayor of Star City before Jessica defeated him in the last election and is reputed to be a crime boss also. I figure Ramon or Tony brought him here to show off your sluts to him and maybe plan on how McSwain can take. She’s nearly silent as she cums. A sharp breath in, her teeth and eyes clenched shut, as the rest of her body shutters. Her delectable pussy spasming on my fingers. Once she has collects herself she looks up at me. We kiss passionately for a fleeting moment, our tongues locked in mortal combat before we break off in a giggle. She flips over so that she is facing me on her knees. With a surprising authority she commands me to lay back on the couch as she lets her hair down. I look up at her.