Do you want to wear the 'at, mister?" she asked brightly, hopefully. "Wear the hat?" I enquired, unsure as to the purpose of it."Yeah, the Bishop sa...s if you wear the 'at then you're taking the form of the son of God and you 'ave to take your turn. A bit like the cracker and wine thing, innit?"I glanced at Bernhardt who shrugged his shoulders as if to say, well, if I have to. I could tell, however, that he was very happy to comply with the religious edict. I guess that being the bodyguard to. I had my ass in the air when he kneeled behind me. His cock soaked with lube and my own cum and shoved it back in me. Now it felt even better. So warm and wet, also knowing that my own cum was being used to fuck me made me hard again. He fucked me so hard that i thought my asshole was tearing. After about 3 minutes in this position he said that he was going to fill me up with he cum and get me pregnant. Now at the time i didnt know anything about how babies were actually make and how cum really. I thank God every day that you love me enough to give me what I need, that you love me enough to accept me the way I am. But Enid needs you to be a Master, too.”I didn’t respond to that, because Enid reappeared and Sally slipped of my lap. “Stand in front of Master Jerry, Slave, for inspection.”She blushed, which was a surprise, but obeyed. Her mound was certainly smooth enough, but my finger – hardly the softest and most sensitive part of me – while it slid smoothly enough between her labia –. I tried to go through the family tree of the Saxon House of Wessex, I got as far as Cynegils King of Wessex, but for the life of me I couldn’t go further. I tried, but it was all blank until Alfred the Great some two hundred odd years later. That bothered me. Usually the rote recital got me going. Come on, I told myself, you’re a history teacher and that is the era your doctoral thesis was on. I went through it again and again. I couldn’t concentrate. I kept thinking about the night before, the.