"Monsignor Flavin interrupted her, "You address me simply as 'Master', not as Reverend anything. I am your teacher and Master while you are here, not ...our confessor."Somehow she heard the capital M on the word Master and shivered slightly."Sir, I became a nun because I had always been intended to be a nun. It was something I knew had to happen, even from childhood, before I understood anything about Our Lord."A smile broke over the Monsignor's face, "I thought so. None of the V's?"Seeing her. He found her opening with the head of his cock and slipped into her loose wetness. She rocked back onto him, taking his length fully. As he entered her, she pleaded with him, ‘please, please, harder, please! . . . . yes, oh my God, yes!. . . . please. . . . ‘ He placed his thumb over her anus and felt it tighten under the pressure. ‘Yes, ok, please. . . .’ And the lightning flashed and the thunder boomed, her pounded into her deeply and then pressed his thumb into her. At that moment, she began. She was covered in sweat, her eyes burning with lust, but by the time she reached Becky, the tiny orgy had ended. “Totally not fair,” Angie said.“You’ll get your turn,” Becky said, stroking Angie’s butt as the two older women led her to the lineup of girls. Then she whistled again. The guys all turned to her, some with eyes full of fear, and some with eyes full of lust. She turned her attention to the group on the stairs. “You’ll never get out that way,” she said. “There’s only one way out, and. Now she was also in mood, I moved my hand to her boobs, then I kept my hand on one of her boobs, it was medium sized, I started twisting it hard as I could’nt control, by that time she spoke her first word “Slowly”, now I got the chance, I pressed both her boobs against kissing her neck, shoulder, then slowly I started removing the hooks of her blouse, but she resisted, so removed some hooks and kept my hand inside her blouse and starting pressing, squeezed both the boobs, rubbed her cleavage,.