People are very nice.’ ‘And the man himself? How is he? You do realize you’re the first journalist he’s granted an interview in a decade?’ ...‘A bit odd, but basically a nice, warm kind of guy. Surprisingly so.’ ‘Has he said anything especially interesting so far? What have you been asking him about?’ ‘I’ve got weeks here, so I’ve been working from the beginning, for the most part. The thing that came up today that I know nothing about is denial.’ ‘You’re so vanilla.’ I was wondering how. The office was large and was simply furnished with oak stools and bare wooden floors. Simple that is except for the large ornate desk that was believed to have been used by Napoleon Boneparte during the occupation of Austria and Germany over one hundred year before. Mother Superior Bernadette was sitting on a stool and sister Constance was bent over the magnificence desk,her tiny cheeks were pressed into the old leather and her habit was raised exposing her large bottom for such a slight young. ..please.” she moved to her back and curved a naughty finger in a “come hither” motion. He kissed her legs and up here thighs; wanting and needing each soft touch of her skin. He paused at her pussy and took a few long soft strokes to heighten her pleasure. She smiled and squirmed beneath his touch. “More....” she pleaded, as he went to release her. “Where are your manners, Love?” he grinned.“Please....” she whispered.“Good girl.” he whispered back. He leaned in for more licks of her slick. But I hated and dreaded the loss of Ursula if she decided that I was lacking for her needs. So I would play the game. I would make the effort. I would make her believe that I could be a Master and she would be my sub. Maybe my heart would not be in it, but my "heart" would be. I simply wanted and needed this little raven haired pixie. This was my first real chance to prove my adoration. I would not let it pass me by. I dressed in leather pants that I had found in a local "taboo" shop. Along.