She barely touched me but I could feel her wet panties along my stomach. I licked my lips and tightened my grip on her hips. She quickened her pace. I...didn’t know what she was doing exactly but she began to moan. I began to understand what she was doing when I looked down. She was rubbing her clit on my stomach! That was just about as much as I could take. I was going to lose it in my shorts and I couldn’t let that happen. “Oh God please… I really need to fuck you” I grasped her hips even. The coldness of her long wet hair on my stomach contrasted nicely with her hot mouth wrapped firmly around my cock. She lifted her head, rubbed my dick all ever her cheeks and chin, and looked at me. Her face was red and there was saliva from my cock all over it. She spat on the head of my cock and her hand became a blur as it ran quickly up and down the length of my throbbing penis. She leaned over me so that one of her soft breasts rubbed against my tip, and cupped my balls with her free. There was one spot where the slope was not as steep as the rest, but it still went up about 100 feet but only went back about 60 feet. It was really too steep for an animal to go up, but they probably could have come down if the slope wasn’t shale. That stuff is slippery. It wasn’t all shale. It was mixed with dirt and other rocks as well. It looked as though it was a one-way trip only; down and you only hoped you didn’t break your neck. So, our canyon looked to be a perfect place to capture. At the centre was an oak desk. It looked like a fortress. Beside it stood a petite woman in her early fifties. Her dark eyes gleamed like chocolate pralines on either side of an almost beaklike nose. Her mouth was smiling, but in a very thin way. She was dressed as a nun, but did not wear the tall sail hat. And although she looked very small and fragile, somehow an immense force emanated from her figure.Again, like the other woman, she did not seem to notice the girl, only the man. She nodded.