I eagerly ran my fingers through her pussy slit, and even inserted a finger into her clenched ass hole as she screamed her distress and then I whipped...her pussy, burying that supple rawhide into her. God, the scream she made! It was utterly delightful! Rising, I signaled for the rope to be released a little so she was again lying on the ground but her breasts were painfully distended by the rope. Then I looked at my lovely, nude, spread-eagled prize, her breasts cruelly stretched while. Agnes didn’t wait for Rose to answer her questions because she already knew the truth. She walked into the next room and left the door open for Rose. Rose wasn’t sure what to do but was a little curious and she followed Agnes into the room.The room had what Rose first thought were four windows, ten feet apart from each other on two different walls. There was a door on the other side of the room and had a table by it. Agnes was looking through one of those windows and it was curiosity that made. My order is fairly modern and we didn't wear habits -- just conservative street clothes and a large gold cross around the neck.St Andrew's was a small, run-down church that had once been a busy parish but was now 1/3 full on Sundays and had a leaky roof and a broken pipe organ. In fact, we didn't even have our own priest. Father Murphy covered three parishes. He was based at St. James but said two masses at St. Andrew's -- Saturday evening and Sunday morning. The rest of the time, the elderly. Having said that, All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank TouchTheSky for taking the time to comment on this story. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planed or not. I didn’t expect a car to be stopped in my lane on the sharp corner of this narrow winding coastal road far above the ocean. I guess that was the idea. The almost new tires and ABS had done a good job, I hadn’t completely gone over the edge. Funny how instinct caused me to try.