He was as advertised. Medium build, clean shaven, genuinely normal guy. We went in, I was surprised of how such a maze it was. We went down the stairs... deeper and deeper but the smells of steam and sweat started to be of a hint in the air.We finaly got to our destination, front desk, no advertisments, pretty standard wellness by all accounts, just wothout the pictures of women in blankents or on massage tables. I was semihard then. The man payed for us both and he ushered me to the changing. I urge you to attend the Monastery.Yours Sincerely,Bro.Bendictus,Celine had sat at the breakfast table and pondered the letter.The memories of her last visit came flooding back.The images of her taking down her jeans and panties and standing,semi naked in front of the Abbot as he scolded her ,she couldn't get the look on his face out of her mind,he was smiling,but it wasn't a warm smile,it was a smile mixed with longing and perversion,she knew he was enjoying the sight of her naked bottom. Then. Guess who is going to supply them.’‘Where do you fit in?’‘I helped finance the mercenaries, on the condition that part of the price for the weapons, would be Samantha’s release. In the end, he will not make a lot of money out of it, but he’ll get a lot of kudos out of getting Sam released.’‘But he’s not the type to worry about kudos.’‘He is when he’s hankering after a knighthood. He can’t wait to be Sir Karl Hatcher and if he secures Sam’s release the press will love him and his knighthood will. Slowly, she could feel it grow in her mouth. "Good, you are doing very good". A compliment was typically not heard, but she used it to work harder at making him happy. His cock, getting harder and larger in her mouth, was getting more difficult to take all the way down. He grabbed her head, sensing her timidness to take it all and shoved his cock forcefully down her throat. He held it there, hard for her to breath. "You gag, you get punished". She fought the gag reflex. It was hard to breath,.