I was lost in my own lust now and started fucking Ann's wet pussy as hard and fast as I could, she exploded into orgasm after orgasm, she made noises ...hat I could not understand as word, her body shock like she had been plugged into an electric outlet. I did not last long either between Ann's submission, her begging, and the feeling of her many orgasms on my cock as I fucked her, I just could not hold back but before I blow my load I grabbed Ann by her red hair and put my other hand on her. I pulled very suddenly back out of her, and her eyes flew open with surprise. “You’re liking this too much. I will get nasty in a minute.” Again, that cool look. I reached to the vee neckline of her dress, and grasped it with one hand on either side. Then I suddenly and violently tore the dress apart from bust to navel. “Bastard! This dress cost a fortune!” “Well, it’s in the way,” I answered, continuing to tear the fabric until I. The fact that they were usually down on their knees and not praying was of little consequence since this was a location of much more intensive passion of a carnal nature. The fact that they were real nuns was not known to either the owners or the other girls giving their all for the sex-deprived male community of sinners and other perverts with dirty thoughts in their minds and with lots of time on their hands to copulate with the performers providing they had the right amount of cash to pay. As she was not intoxicated or under the influence, I offered to call someone to come for her. She was divorced and did not know anyone who would come for her at this hour. Department policy forbids the transportation of anyone who is not in custody, but I felt really bad for her and it was very dark and a long walk home. As the night was slow, I decided to bend the rules a little and take her home. I did this often to persons needing a ride over the years and always felt good about it. Once.