The inside surfaces of the mask's cheeks bulged in, further tightening her mouth. "I could probably give amazing blowjobs in this, not that any guy I...know would turn down a bad one," she sniggered. The thought of being further modified simply to improve her use for others' sexual needs drove her own need another notch higher.Fully fitted, Emily took short steps away from the pillar. The chain rattled noisy behind her. She figured that it was long enough to reach the throne and about half. All she could perceive was the interest in his eyes and the soft seductive tones of his voice. At the critical point in her deliberations he made his move. He raised his hand, and with the lightest touch, stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles. She nearly fainted at the unexpected delicacy of his touch. ‘Please,’ he murmured ‘follow me.’ As if in a trance, she simply followed, up the stairs, and into a small bedroom at the end of a short corridor. He held her gently in his arms and. Mary mused that Dolores' emotional intelligence had been just right. The two were not just leaders in the household, but now truly equals, complementing one another. She looked forward to a session with Dolores fisting her. Feeling more and more relaxed, she decided not to tell Dolores to bring her to a climax, but to stroke her hair and have them fall asleep together.At breakfast the next morning, Mary and Dolores walked in, arms around one another, and radiating good feelings. While the. She must have seemed an Amazon goddess.One monk stepped forward and pointed to a carved plaque worded in an old French dialect: "Ceci est le monastere de Saint-Denis de Mornay..."Silvie translated: "This is the monastery of St Denis de Mornay. We are a contemplative order and have taken a collective vow of silence. This vow prevents us from conversing with anyone." Does this mean you can't help me?" asked Silvie, taking the sign as a cue to speak French here.The monk shrugged and waved her into.