"Come over to the me Mrs.Dineen",the monk said,still out of breath.Jennifer noticed that the monk had his hands under the table and she couldn't help ...ut wonder was he touching himself.Jennifer stood in front of the table,facing the monk. "As further penance for your errant and disobedient ways you will kneel for one hour in front of the painting of Sr.Methodius Augustus,founder of our convent.During that time you will reflect on your wickedness and beg forgivness,Mrs.Jennifer Dineen,do you. “Lafiza, where have you been? I was worried sick!” my husband said, clearly worried.“Sorry honey.” I replied, “It started raining very hard and the roads got dangerous, so I decided to turn back and return to the village to wait the storm out. But my cellphone got wet and stopped working. And the landline connections were down too, so could not call.”“Oh okay. Thank heavens you’re safe. I was really worried. Should I come there and pick you up? It’ll take me just an hour.” hubby dearest asked.I. Why would you want to put your cock in that hole when there is a perfectly good, silky smooth pussy right next door? Well this is how I came to love anal sex....Before I was married, most men I dated would ask me for anal sex and I always turned them down. To me, my ass was for one purpose and that wasn't very sexy! There would be times when a man would go down on me and would put a finger in there and it actually felt pretty good. I chalked that up to the fact that there would also be a finger. “Please Miss, I don’t want there to be a scene.” I bowed and fidgeted with my skirt hem.“No, oh goodness please no. I would never consider such a thing. My husband loved and respected you too much for me to even go that route.”I tilted my head up and knitted my brows, “Excuse me? I’m sorry; I believe you have the wrong person.”“No, it’s okay. He would always be so happy when he was going to see you. And when he came home after, he would beam.” Her eyes glistened and a tear fell accompanied by a.