.a good fucking over and over again.I told hubby, just pick a guy and we can go in a private room and get started...and he did, a young Pakistani guy ...as asked into the room by hubby to start the evening. Well endowed, muscular, and a scarcely hidden contempt for my moral values meant the guy treated me like a total whore, which was ok. I simply played it as he saw me. I used foul language, I told him to fuck my cunt hard, I made like I worshipped his cock, I let him slap my ass cheeks about,. He spoke passable English and wanted to know as much as possible about the situation in the monastery. He then drafted a report which Tony had to countersign.Another boat arrived shortly after, to take the remaining female prisoners and nuns to the shore. A grim looking priest oversaw this action whom Tony recognised from his frock as being an Inquisitor. The senior nun who had been lying to Tony on that first morning at the monastery, approached the Inquisitor, but he answered brusquely, and. Now he stood before thetall imposing woman, who smiled an ironic smile down at him. Well shemight smile such a smile at the young fellow, who had always been sodisrespectful, ill mannered, and just plain stinky. For now he wasdressed in the most sissyish of sissifying sissy outfits. His blond hairhad been given reddish highlights and styled into a mass of tight curls,topped with a big bow that looked like a gigantic pink butterfly. Imean, that alone would have been enough to shame,. Shit, what just happened, what did I do. So many thought’s running through my mind, what was Sandy going to do with them pics. I soaped up and was rubbing myself, getting hard again, thinking about sucking that cock and then having inside me, why was I so horny all of a sudden again, I wanted, no I needed more. I got out and was putting on the teddy when I heard Clint. “”You think hes ready for more ?”. What was he ready to go again, how could he, twice in the last hour and looking for more..