She leafed through the report on the nun. A nun?! What was the world coming to? Then again, the nun had been an operator in Delta Force. That said som...thing. Still, she was just a worker bee. That made the whole ‘evade the entire fucking government’ part of this more understandable. The next time she saw the Secretary of Defense she’d have to mention that whatever they were teaching their special operators, it was quality training.The nun wasn’t interesting, except that they seemed to come as a. After a mere few seconds I started to convulse, like my stomach trying to jump out of my throat, but he didn't let go instead I could feel more pressure on the back of my head. I was seriously wretching, spit spluttering out of my cock tight mouth, trying to suck in air at the same time, at the same time I was wanking, the poppers had seemed to intensify my arousal and the pleasure was immense. He pulled out, as he did I regurgitated a nice lump of lung batter, long strings of spit connected. We applauded. Then, hand in hand with Michael’s penis swinging and Krysta’s buttocks jiggling with their strides, they strolled off the stage hand in hand, and the curtain closed behind them.There was only one thing I could do after that. With Krysta’s naked body and Michael’s spurting semen fresh in my mind I went down the short corridor to the toilet and locked myself in a cubicle. Above waist level the cubicle walls were plastered with pictures of naked women, and a few naked men. I propped. " While all this was being explained to me, the sun was setting, so that now Else stood, patiently, bathed in the red glow of the sunset. Torches were brought to brighten the scene, and a brazier of glowing coals. The chamberlain fitted the wooden post into a socket in the floor and led the girl, Else, to it. He bound her ankles to the rings in the floor, so that her legs were spread wide. Then he drew on the rope which bound her hands, so that she was pulled over, against the cross.