I had exchanged my habit for more relaxed attire. A neat lace headdress covered my hair, and a loose transparent face-veil was covering the lower part...of my face. I wore a loose long-sleeve blouse and a pair of loose comfortable pants. I had also exchange the wimple of the habit for a loose collar. My Eve’s apple was hooked to the ground with my bowed head facing a hologram picture of Precious Alamgir, the Chirst Reborn. It was unthinkable that a woman, a whore, a creature of sin, like myself. "Well, I was thinking of a bike trip." David replied. He could sense a little hesitancy in Laylah's reaction. "Don't worry. Heh, its light out now. Besides, I am taking you to that place I have been telling you about for some time, the Hermitage. I thought that you might take some pictures out there. I know you have a respect and appreciation for stuff like that." Sounds excellent to me. Why don't you give me a few moments to get changed and freshen up, it should only take a few moments.". Carl's point of view Stephanie is the love of my life and for the longest time I am havesearching for the perfect way for us to act out our fantasies. I get along great with John my next-door neighbor and we have many interesting conversations. So one day I bring up the subject of swinging, and men being men we start talking about wouldn't it be great if we can have some fun with each other's wives. That conversation led to this weekend of fun. So we put the plan inmotion, John's wife Karen. At four fifteen I began to turn to go, crestfallen, when the doorknob turned and there before me was Casey. I think I actually pulled a muscle in my cock as it straightened to greet her. She was a wet dream male fantasy-a charcoal corset pushed up those luscious melons, thigh high latex boots with just a twinge of garter showing, black satin panties, and heavy eye make up-you get the picture. I almost came on the spot. ‘You’re late, worm.’ She let me enter, but looked pissed. ‘On your knees,’.