It was enough to keep her from dying, to keep her patched throat from welding itself shut, but in the end it was actually torturous she wanted more—...he'd always wanted more.Without conscience or regret she thrust her hand into her panties and clutched the sloppiness between her legs. The lessons from the novice nun had been refreshed less than an hour ago but it was more instinct that curled her fingers through the outer barriers to the hot slippery interior. So many images and feelings swirled. Her moans have been growing louder and louder and they continue as he plunges his tongue in, fucking her as hard as he can with it in a steady motion mixed with as much lip as he can on the clit.She is bewildered, Frankie never mentioned head, she knew he would give her some. Men always did, she has never had to ask for it, her husband is good but god this man's tongue is like a dick on some men, a dick that can crawl and squirm in and out like nothing she has ever experienced. Her orgasm is. Meanwhile, Bindy's own penis, thick and hard, continued to poke at myposterior, the tip of her manhood occasionally slipping into the cleavagebetween my cheeks, as if probing for my anus. The thought of Bindyfucking me in my ass as I had earlier fucked her in her ass was exciting,and I felt the telltale stir of orgasm deep in my loins.Relaxed now that she was confident that I couldn't split her in half withmy raging hard-on, as she seemed to believe I could when I'd been ass-fucking her, Bindy. So, Jenny, I suppose that it's time that you told me what despicable thing it was that I did to you to make you despise me."There was a pause while Jenny took in what had been said to her and then while she considered her response. But at last she spoke:"This is hard for me, Brian, but the counsellor I saw told me that I had to confront my fear before it would go away, so although I believe your story about your memory, if you really want to hear mine, I'll tell you; in the hope that it might.