" I nod and move myself from under her, then get off the bed. As I take off my shorts and boxers, I ask Chelsea," Did you enjoy it? Was it ever...thing you thought it'd be?" She nods and replies," Yeah! That was so much fun! I didn't know it tastes so good.", then she licks her two fingers she used to finger Sara. I crawl onto the bed and put myself between Sara's legs. Sara says," We have like 8 minutes, so don't hold back.", as she raises her hips to line up with my hard dick. I. With perfect posture, her back was always straight. The alignment of her spine formed perfectly as it led straight down to her shapely ass. There was a certain smoothness to her firm posterior that shined naturally in the bright sunlight. It curved out into the air, its roundness permeating the breeze that blew gently. As the gentle cool wisps drifted over her body, she began to feel her nude body until her hands came to rest on her tanned backside. Then she turned around to walk. So erotic and. As I turn the corner towards their front door, I see our neighbor Jan already standing in the front archway holding what looks like an overstuffed purse. What happens next totally threw me for a loop.“What are you trying to make a break for it or something?” I ask jokingly, “I wouldn’t blame you if you were, it sounds like you’ve got half the neighborhood in your backyard.”“Yeah, whatever sadist said that bullshit about ‘the more the merrier’ should’ve been executed onsite. That fucktard. They crave the whip because it offers themrelease. They're naked: yes; and tied to a frame. They'rehumiliated: certainly. The leather strikes between theirlegs. It curls deep into their flesh and bites into theirslits - finding and probing inside. They're in pain. Theyhurt. But, even so, they lift themselves eagerly to theleather as if to a lover."Here they can scream. They can fight. They can be women.Here is the one place where a nun can be herself: the onlyplace. She can behave in whatever.