Or gone between orwhatever he'd done? Then, his gaze shifted to the other body. This woman was garbedin a simple grey dress with a white blouse benea...h the jacket. Not unlike what a secretary or working woman in some entry-levelposition might wear. Except for one small, but very significantdifference. The woman also wore one of the modern, short whiteveils. The other woman was *also* a nun . . or rather, she was a*real* nun.Thoughts of Mother Lucia Theresa washed over him and all thoughtof. Since I still craved to be dominated I finallyposted a profile on ALT.com.I had a lot of BS responses but after about two months a serious responsecame from a man living in a different state. We traded e-mails for awhilethen got on Instant Messenger. He pried all my fantasies out of me, calledme his slut and I called him Master.One night he decided I was going to perform a striptease for him viawebcam. Well I didn't have a webcam so he ordered me to purchase one andthe next night my wife was. If her Master, may he live for ever, wished to chastise her, then it was fair and just. None of the abuse she had endured had shaken her belief that if the Emir got one iota of pleasure from using or abusing her body, then she had fulfilled the highest duty any woman could. The Emir came into the room and looked at the arrangements. His hands slid up and down her body from the toes to the crown of her head, gently and slowly, but without any dalliance at the breasts or sex.When he seemed. Cathy found herself looking at her son's body as the maid would see it, noting his slim build, the hint of facial hair and the few hairs appearing on his chest. She lowered her eyes and really noticed his flaccid penis that hung between his legs; even in this state she thought it looked larger than his father's, she could see the tight curls of hair that covered his ball sac. She was rather shocked to realise that her body was responding in a sexual way to the sight of her son's nudity, she.