The whore I am." Better, Mother. You may make me a fine whore after all."Tears misted in Niomi's eyes as she saw his laughing eyes and smug smile."Ben... over!"She silently complied while he dropped his pants then took her while standing in the open doorway."But ... but what if someone should..." she cried."They would only see a man taking a whore. Am I right, Mother?"Her heart was breaking."I said, am I right, Mother?" ... Yes, my son. Only a man taking a whore," she replied choking back the. I sucked at it and tried to bite it but it was too slippery. The woman above me squirmed and pressed herself down onto my mouth. I could feel my erection getting bigger with every lick. I was really enjoying the sensation.How did I get into this position? Well it all came back to me. I was in the punishment toilet, yet again. I had been here twelve years ago as language student on a bicycling tour of the mountains of the Voges and I crashed into this Convent which is called Sainte Marguerite,. On that day, I felt ready to admit my crush on him but decided not to say anything as I thought that he did not feel the same way about me. Man, was I ever so wrong about that?Every time he and I made a simple physical connection, my body felt as if it was on fire, quickly spreading lower and lower. I often fantasized about what it would feel like to have his hands brush over my skin and his warm lips licking or kissing down my neck. Every time that I stood near him, my face felt flushed and. Her tits were slightly bouncing due to movement of the train. Her blouse was transparent and I could see she was not wearing a bra.She glanced at me and I was caught redhanded staring at her left boob.She blushed and arranged her pallau to cover it.In the process, I had a chance to see contours of her areola and stiffening nipple."Mom,can I sleep on top berth" suddenly the k** asked."No,vijay, you can't,before you ask why, that berth belongs to this uncle,second, you have the bad habit of.