I want to see what she’s got hiding, under that designer knockoff suit. Besides saggy tits tie-up really nicely and a good spanking never fails to ...eat-up a frigid ass, like hers?The 2 men go back into studio and close the door.9:50 AM ; one week laterMs. Baker’s ugly old Toyota pulls up to TBC’s front door. She jumps out of the beater and runs the short distance to the door ; well she runs as fast as her heels and ultra-tight skirt will allow her. Short of breath, she walks into the lobby. We didn't speak much duringthe run but, for the first time, since it happened, I felt like, maybeout of the destruction of our marriage, we could start rebuilding. Ididn't know whether what was built would last or be inhabitable. But,at least, we could start clearing away the rubble.What helped the process was a call from my father one Monday."Hey, sweetie," he said.My dad was not one for using the phone, except for clients. "Iseverything OK, daddy?" I had taken surprisingly easily to. .'"'Lady Gwendoline Pendrick,' the herald announced, as Thomas steppedacross the threshold into the dining hall. For just a moment, he wasable to lose himself in wonder. The scale and the opulence of the placewas astounding. A high, vaulted ceiling, brightly illuminated withelectric lamps, hung overhead. Arched windows in alcoves along the wallswere flanked by shining suits of armour bearing the crests of long-deadKnights. An immense mahogany table ran the length of the room.Thomas' survey of. I had never been here before and you can imagine my shock as I saw several nuns, undressed except for their cowls servicing two nude men, sprawled out on the floor, as well as themselves. The walls were lined with red curtains. The room was filled with the scent of excited pussy and the sounds to match. I stood there, taking in this scene of total debauchery. It was then that I saw the mother superior riding up and down on the cock of Monsignor Farrell, the priest that I had supposedly replaced.