“Rise sinner,” said the Mother Superior. “God alone can forgive you but I will be the means to your salvation. With every stroke you will come b...ck to God. Avail yourself! Take the position.”Father Mortimer unfastened his belt and allowed his trousers to fall. Then he bent over the bed and used his hands to support his upper body. The Mother Superior had taken the three implements from the pillow and was standing behind him. She put them on a chair and pulled down his white underwear to his. I worked a large glob of lotion over my cock, coating it nicely and then moved between Robin’s legs which she willingly parted for me. As I leaned over her I pressed my cock against Robin’s tight opening and then worked myself inside. The lotion helped as I pushed myself completely into her ass and against her flushed cheeks.I increased my strokes and fury as I fucked Robin’s tight ass harder and deeper. Her right hand had slid under her and she rubbed her hard clit with my rhythm. Hearing her. Brown hair. Thick. She dressed down, but nice. Long skirt, button up shirt. While she was helping me with my research, we started to hit it off a bit. I could tell she was smart. I love that. She recognized pretty quickly that I was as well. Once we figured each other out, we started sparring a bit, testing each other out, and by the time we were wrapping up all the research gathering, we were flirting pretty heavily. When we were done, she smiled at me and asked, "Is there anything else I can. Finally, it was time and he led me back to the throne room I had seen for the very first time this morning.My breath caught in my throat when we were led inside. Rather than a few guards and the handful of people I’d seen this morning, there were dozens of people and nearly a hundred brightly clad guards in attendance. This morning, the room had seemed dark, dreary, and somber. This evening it seemed well lit, festive, and gay.“Corporal Michael Miller of Lancaster,” the same old man announced..