At one point, on a rainy Sunday afternoon, she remembered moving her pawn to King Four and then there was a blank space in her memory for the better p...rt of the afternoon and she didn’t know if she had won or lost the game.Monsignor Malone was up to his old tricks and had cast a spell over her consciousness with his mental tricks and she had given him precious hours of entertainment in his quarters with absolutely no memory of her depraved behavior.With the taste of Sister Angela on his lips. 'You would lose the use of these, boy if that had happened.'Yes, ohh god, Mistress Reana please, ' he cried out as his balls were given one last vicious twist and tensed as the cane was swished down onto the bed next to him.'You are privileged to feel the caress of my new cane. It sounds good don't you think?''Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress.' Again the cane cut the air next to him, so close he felt the draft it caused.'You will count.''Yes, Mistress, ohh fuck, one, Mistress, more please.. She was dripping wet and I could tell this was a sure thing. I slid my pants down and she hesistated. She put her hand to her face with my fingers rubbing her clit she said "We shouldn't, we can't..." then proceeded to orgasm all over my hand. I've never been with a squirter but she exploded. I turned her around and slid my cock into her pussy and proceeded to ram away as if I was punishing her. She was moaning like a whore, screaming with pleasure. I pulled her hair and said I'm still telling. There’s no better way of blowing out the cobwebs than driving down a country road with the top down,” she reminisced fondly. “You don’t get out anymore?” “No. The car needs some work and I just haven’t had the money to fix her up.” “Well, I’ve got a running convertible. How about I take you for a spin someday soon?” Her cheeks flushed slightly. Perhaps it was the wine, or the feel of the sexy underwear hugging her body, maybe it was just being in his attractive, friendly company, but her mind.