"No problem," she said in a husky voice and raised her glass. "L'chaim." "Same to ya, pretty lady," I replied in a Texas drawl, which always made her...laugh, and she stared into my eyes as she sipped her wine. My heart was racing and my palms started sweating, but I managed to maintain some sort of calm and motioned into my living room. She nodded with a mysterious smile, and though I had made a wide path for her to pass, as she passed me she brushed against me, shoulder into my chest and hand. Actually, I found my new replacement in the oddest place of all ... a convent.Sister Angelica was truly an angel in disguise.She had entered the convent a virgin and since she had little or no contact with the masculine general public, her virginity was most assuredly intact unless she had been drugged by some scheming priest and bedded without her knowledge.Therefore, I had a clean slate with regard to training Angelica to my style of copulation and I could foresee little difficulty in molding. She was a very bright twenty-something brunette with an MBA who managed Christine’s life with surgical precision. She made it her mission in life to insulate her boss from the trivial bullshit and let her concentrate on the important stuff. Marcy’s own staff did everything from picking up Christine’s dry cleaning to have her car serviced, just so Chris didn’t have to. They were all fanatically loyal to Marcy, and Marcy was fanatically loyal to Christine. In return, Chris paid her very well, and. Slowly inch by inch I push in deeper until I'm all the way in. J tells me to stay there until she gets used to it after a few seconds she starts moving slowly testing the waters they she tells me ok but go slow. So I pull my cock out all the way up until the head and the push it all back in a few time she's still uncomfortable but not in pain like the few times we tried before.I pick up the pace every few strokes until we fucking at a normal speed. She moaning and enjoying it now. The music.