The bright white boy-beater he was wearing allowed me to glimpse jet-black hair sprouting out from his pits. He wore form-fitting leather pants that e...posed all of the curves of his body, and those were many and large. The hair on his head, also a deep coalmine black, was longish, flowing over his forehead. His green cat-like eyes peered out from behind the hair. All that I took in during the few seconds before he spoke.“Some fucking slave you are…you look like some kind of baby! First things. " His statement sent a jolt through the virgin nun. This cleric seemed to be telling her that he was breaking his vow of celibacy. Maybe she was not alone when she was regularly consumed by fleshly desires?"I'm not sure that I understand, Father ... Joe? Are you telling me that? Like? Have you broken your vow of celibacy?" Yes, Ursula. Several times. I've even used the confessional as a vehicle for my sinful ends. And even one as pure and immaculate as you arouses the most unpriestly thoughts. Taking the blue bags from her, I ran out the back to the barn where we stored the car. As I reached the doors and swung them open, I saw movement just to my right. I turned."Don't move!" came the command in perfect English, "F.B.I."I looked the man up and down in his black suit and white shirt. His Asian face was emotionless. He was my height with a trim build, but the suit stood out because it fit him so well. His suits fit better than my suits ever did and I paid decent money in department. As our kiss deepens, my hand slides further down your stomach. You rest your arm along the side of the tub and feel my cock pressing against you as I pop out of my boxers from the arousal of our kiss. You bend your arm and wrap your soft, tender fingers around my shaft as my hand slips between your legs. You slowly stroke your hand up and down my cock and I mimic your actions by sliding my fingers steadily up and down your smooth slit. As my slick fingers seek out your throbbing clit, your.