They couldn't wait to get at each other again.In a later story, I believe it's the fourth one, I tell about Ann and I setting up a hidden camera in ou... bedroom closet. As I wrote that story it probably sounds like we set up the camera at that time. In reality, Ann and I worked out our basic ideas for a hidden camera, and shooting a secret video after the strip poker game from the first story. The camera in our master bedroom had been ready long before the first time they actually fucked down at. Kissingme wetly.As I sucked her tongue I noticed a different taste. My cum. Oh my. I hadnever tasted cum before. Always thought it was gay. I liked it. Wouldn't like it instead of food. But I liked it.I liked pussy juices better. And I wanted to get a nice wet meal of hairpie. I began to sink to my knees to return Auntie's lovely treat, but shestopped me."No, Sweetheart," my angel said. "Not yet. I want to introduce you towhat it is I know you really want before serious 'play time.'"Huh? What I. I released my cock from the white panties and took them off. I looked over the undies and no wetness here either. I put them back into the drawer. My cum was still at the end of the condom. I fiddled with it and let some cum drip over the sides of my cock, then pulled it tight again. When I enclosed my hand around it and jerked it, it felt so wet and slippery. I put on the black girdle and stockings, all the while watching the still shot of Angie between Calvin's legs with his cock buried. I found my duties quite arousing;I heard the judgement's being passed and it excited me,my imagination would spin with the thoughts of naked bottoms being punished by the confessors. I longed to be made a confessor and to spank or cane the naked bottom of a penitent.It was a cold winter's morning when I took my seat to the side of the Reverend Mother. The Reverend Mother had been a nun for almost fifty years and had spanked many,many bottoms in that time. She was strict and enjoyed listening.