Fifteen minutes later, I heard the front door open and saw my bedroom door open shortly after through my teary, blurred vision. I saw my Dad's hand go...to his mouth, shaking his head. Wiping my eyes, I looked up at him, starting to apologize when his hand came across my cheek harshly. “You fucking little slut,” his voice was ragged, his hand quickly undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. Reeling, I looked up at him confused. Before I could apologize again Daddy shoved his cock into my mouth,. My hands kneading your soft flesh and pulling your cheeks apart. You arch your hips up as my tounge finds your anus and teases it, and one hand slips under you, caressing your stomach, searching for your clit.The thunder is closer, and we can see the glimmer of the lightning as it flashes, but we are not watching. The thunder seems to announce each higher plateau of passion, making us both burn slowly with lust and desire. The rain begins to fall, making a pattering noise on the roof. My tounge. "Take Lady Justine to your room and teach her to remain silent unless she is spoken to",the Abbess directed.Lady Justine followed the Nun from the room.The Abbess stared at the Queen for a few moments before ringing her bell again.This time two middle aged Nun's entered,both with stern looks on the faces and stood behind the Queen."They will help you to disrobe,Queen Eleanor," the Abbess said indicating to the two Nun's."Do you accept your punishment at my hand?" the Abbess asked."Yes,Abbess,I. One thing I've learned is to make C squirt more than ever with a technique I learned from others.Just to let you know I’m M 54, 6’1, 8.5” cock, (so it wasn't to see her have a bigger cock satisfies her) and have an average build. Mrs C is 53, 4’10 slim build with small breasts and we have been together 8 years, although I’d known her for 14 when she was previously married.It began when after fucking her a few times I kept asking if I was good enough or better than her husband. She told me.