She wanted to. She knew Tom would love it. That thought made her decision. ‘Not tonight. I want this one to be mine.’ Stacey liked the answer. Not...this time but later. Shelia stood up and hugged her. ‘I will call you later O.K.?’ ‘You better missy!’ replied Stacey, ‘I want every detail.’ Shelia escorted her to the door. Closing and locking it behind her. As Stacey walked to her car Shelia leaned against the front door and sighed. She was ready, she was going to do this. Tonight she would not. I pushed her blouse off her shoulders and began fondling them. With my thumb, I stroked her nipples and felt them harden. There was no hurry, we could take our time. I began to kiss her neck and shoulders before returning to her lips. Tracey unzipped me and reached for my cock.We continued kissing. I turned Tracey around and pulled her close. My cock was jabbing her bum crack. I undid her bra and let it fall off. I began to really work her tits with both hands.While continuing to nuzzle her. “Well, well, well, so this is what you get up to behind closed doors is it?” he said, with a big grin on his face. “Please don’t tell anyone Chris,” I begged him. “Ha ha ha, your legs look quite good in fishnets but I’m not used to seeing a bulge in a pair of women’s panties. You look like a slut.” “S…sorry Chris, give me a minute to put some jeans on and I’ll make you that cuppa.” “You aren’t going anywhere you sissy,” he said, grabbing my arm. “Please Chris, let me get changed.” “Not a. "My belt?" he asked."Whatever," I said. "Take it off. Come on; chop, chop."He took off the belt-rope thing that cinched his robe around his waist and then, at my command, took off the robe as well, leaving him in his boxer shorts. I had him lay down on his stomach and carefully tied his hands behind his back, and then secured him to the bed."I don't know what you think you're doing, Brother Peter," he began self-righteously."Oh, shut the fuck up," I said. "I'm so goddamn tired of you monks. I.