Not to be crude, but I think she has more beard than I do. Mary introduced me to her, explaining why I needed to become a bride."So! You want to be a ...ride?ummm."Even her voice sounded like gravel in a mixer. The woman pointed at a small room and told me to undress! I looked at mom, who was nodding her head yes. I went in the booth and stripped to my briefs, then mom came in with a tape measure."Margaret says that you will be a beautiful bride." How would she know? She looks like a truck. Montoya had several things in mind. Flaying and torturewould not do, as it was said that the nuns enjoyed thesting of a good whipping on a daily basis as atonementfor their past sins. The mother superior’s multiplehealed lash scars on her bare back and buttocksevidenced that she herself enjoyed the sting of thelash. Denying them to lay with beasts would be againsttheir vows and over cruel, particularly to the beasts. Perhaps, offered the mother superior, the order couldsponsor an entry. I slipped my hand up his shirt tracing every muscle of his tight, toned body, biting my bottom lip as I felt my pussy clench. I pushed it up and over his head and let it fall to the floor before reaching up and kissing him passionately. He ran his fingers up over my ass and up my back tracing the bumps of my spine with his finger tips. Our tongues danced in each others mouth while i fumbled with his cargo pants. Finally They slipped of and I stepped back. He pushed me back to the bed while. ”“Troupe?”“I’m putting together a show at the Southern Theater. This weekend and next.” He grabbed Moe’s tattered black backpack and found the flyer.“Dreams, hunh,” Lori said. “My cup of tea.”“Like with the shoot?”“Yeah, and I do sculptures. They’re like masks that represent dreams or nightmares. Like physical manifestations of what’s behind the mask so to speak.”“Interesting. Do you do any full scale things? I mean large objects?”“Not so far. I’m thinking about an artist dummy. Or dresser’s.