This was going to be a very pleasing two hours, for the tormentor at least. She wasted no time on small talk."You, a filthy child of Satan, can leave ...he Convent tonight. Out of Christian charity we will give you a shift, and a pair of sandals, but that is all."Sister Elizabeth burst into floods of tears and begged the Reverend Mother to let her stay. She offered to do any menial jobs that the Mother Superior wished to impose on her, and to do any penance, and to live on bread and water, if. She told me we would go back to the party; but later we could come back here for a good fuck. I nodded and stuffed my hard cock back into my black trousers. Upstairs I found my wife not with The Joker; but with a tall guy dressed as a Caribbean buccaneer. The guy had long curly hair and a black patch over one eye. They were in a hallway and the guy was fondling her nice boobs through her costume. She fell against the wall and threw her head back; closing her eyes and opening her mouth to. This babe took the whole “saving myself for marriage” thing really seriously!But this did it. She was now hooked. From then on the business of rubbing her cunt through her clothes to bring her off became a regular part of our make-out sessions. If she began masturbating after this she never would admit it, but she was happy to have me help her get off. I remember one time when we were visiting family and we were helping them with some yard work. She spent some time running their ride-on lawn. No "what did u say Emma ?" Her eyes were still sheepish ...but alluring as she reached done using her skirt to rub her pussy " i said I was showing off for u mister Fischer" as she did more then lick her lips. He couldn't believe what he was hearing or seeing for that matter she pulled up her skirt and slid a slender finger along the inside of her panty line "don't you think I'm pretty mister Fischer ?" He almost had to slap himself to be able to speak "Emma no...of course I do...we cant..I.