He wore a mask over the lower part of his face, and looked like something from a ninja movie. Right in the center of his chest was a stylized sun.He l...apt down and kicked Tiresias square in the jaw, "Okay, grandpa, let's rock!"Tiresias' hood flew off, revealing a white haired gentleman who looked only like he was in his thirties. "Well, you're not as old as I thought!" the man said in unaccented English. "The name is Lumen..." he said, then trailed off as he looked into the eyes of the man. You've had a hard life." I have. Shunned. Invisible." That would be impossible for you." I did my best to be. The chief and the higher echelon of the village preferred us out of sight. Fortunately the harem was fairly well fed. We lived on their scraps until we could find other means to feed and house ourselves. I did the best I could for my fellow harem bastards." You are a leader of men." I'm a leader of brats." You don't think you're good enough for me." I don't." You're better." How so.". I moaned again and threw my head back. “Yes, you and the fact that an online friend had me masturbating earlier,” I confessed.Her gentle probe turned into a torrid caress, her fingers working over my clit. I heard the metal chattering as the chainmail bikini bottoms fell to the floor. “Tell me all about it,” she said to me, “Or I’ll stop.”I relayed the private online conversation between my friend and me as she worked her magic on my soaking pussy. Her fingers rolled and caressed my clit and. Mia had learned the tradition of corporal punishment had been in full effect when her mother had attended St. Christopher's because Sister Agatha, who had apparently been there since the dawn of time, had recalled with fondness a few stories about Mia's mother. Apparently her mother had been a bit outspoken and mischievous and had made several trips to Father Tom's office to receive swats with his big wooden paddle. Apparently Father Tom had been quite strict, according to Sister Agatha.Even.