The kitchen was bigger than my entire apartment — so were the bedrooms for that matter — and I don't even want to talk about the bathrooms. Yeah, ... was jealous.The estate took up the better part of a city block, and the realtor's site had included a night shot from the upstairs balcony showing a truly dazzling view of the strip in all its neon glory. I was very interested in seeing where the painting had been hung and what kind of security they had had for it.Veronica Blake met us at the. The woman above me squirmed and pressed herself down onto my mouth. I could feel my erection getting bigger with every lick. I was really enjoying the sensation.How did I get into this position? Well it all came back to me. I was in the punishment toilet, yet again. I had been here twelve years ago as language student on a bicycling tour of the mountains of the Voges and I crashed into this Convent which is called Sainte Marguerite, not far from Strasbourg. The Mother Superior had let me in. ‘Well,’ she said, feeling a little breathless. ‘You’re the cop…’ she said, letting the sentence trail off and seeing his grin. ‘Nice,’ he said. ‘Put me right in my place, didn’t you?’ ‘You started it,’ she quipped back at him, her fingers flexing reflexively under his. ‘Oh, yeah, uh,’ he said, realizing that he still held her hand. ‘Sorry.’ ‘It’s okay.’ She watched his eyes, seeing the look in them as he stared down at her. The silence between them grew, stretching thin until she could barely. The way She said it, Irealized that there was something that She wanted. If I could give it toHer, I would be allowed to cum. But She was not going to tell me what itwas. I was going to have to figure it out for myself."Well, at least you can make yourself useful. Get these boots off myfeet, and give me a massage."I removed the Boots from Her feet. I put my nose near, so that I couldcatch Her Scent. Then, i carefully and lovingly massaged Her Feet. iforgot that i was there. i forgot that She.