When she came back to, hours had gone by. Her horse was at a standstill. Samba music filled the air as the samba schools paraded. Sister Martina was h...lding onto the reins. She had a bandage around her head and one of her eyes was almost closed. Leda felt coolness against her pubes and realized with horror that it was the horse's balls. She had taken the whole shaft, to the hilt. She was impaled.Sister Martina advised her not to move. Sunrise was only a few more hours away. The nuns had to obey. I had to find a way to resist the temptations that Black bitch put before me. She was the devil in disguise. I resolved to not go back down that dark path. I had to return to the things that made me happy before. And find a way to convince my wife and daughter that Sarina shouldnt come around anymore. Most importantly without letting them know of the sins I committed or having Sarina tell them. I still had to play along long enough to convince my family without pissing off the fat demon. Madeline had the fullest and juiciest lips I had seen in a while. Sometimes in speaking with her I saw only a pair of sensual exotic lips, motioning me towards them. She had great taste in lipstick, not a vivid red, but more vibrant than maroon. It spelt sex to me. That isn't to say the rest of her didn't grab me. She had a petite figure. Long legs and small breasts, which balanced her tight little bottom. I did not go weak at the knees, but I felt my loins tighten every time I saw her. "So may. When might I hear?” “Well, as a matter of fact, you just have. They told me to ask you and, if you agree, the job’s yours.” “Why didn’t you tell me before?” “Because if Henry effing Wayne had lost it wasn’t going to happen. I just spoke to the head-hunter. She said it’s all confirmed.” Barbara lifted my hand to her mouth and gently bit the ball of my thumb, “Count me in.” I finished my wine and fetched two more. We wandered out into the huge garden that surrounded Wayne Manor as, you may have.