The culprits had been caught and arrested,but what good was it taking them to court? The monastery would be waiting months,if not years to recuperate ...he cost of fixing the window. The Abbot Benedictus,now sitting at his table in his candle lit private study decided it was time for a draconian course,a course of action that would see the two miscreants repent for their wrong doing,and yes,bring some satisfaction to the old Abbot himself.He had already sent for the two errant teenagers who lived. Dheere karo, meri gaand phat jayegi.Maine apni speed thodi si kam kar di aur agle hi second….. Dono randiyaan mere upar chadh gayi. Mujhe kheench kar bistar pe pata diya aur mere upar chadh gayi. Shanti mere seene pe baith gayi aur mere haath dabonch liye aur choti mere mooh pe apni gaand ragadne lagi. Mujhe saans bhi nahi aa rahi thi…. Main chhatpata raha tha….. Choti be apni gaand uthayi toh maine saans kheenchi, woh phir mere mooh par baith gayi. Uski gaand ki mast khushboi se main mafhish. So I eventually get around asking Christy if she could help me out. She invites me to her house, where she has her own court. That weekend I drive to her house, to find her already playing on her court. She's panting and sweating, and I can't help to stare at her bare tan legs. She's 5'5, probably 120 lbs. with brunnete hair and green eyes. She has D cup breasts and still that perfect round ass. I yell out that I'm here, and she stops the ball-shooting machine. She walks up. I’ve made sure that I have on my sexiest pair which are black and flimsy with strappy sides, lace edged and with a very delicate silky crotch, perfect for rubbing against. My aroused pussy has made a massive, creamy damp stain in them already.A few minutes before he is due to arrive I slip them off and put them in the wash bin, making sure that they are not too far down. The wet patch is perfect and I find myself really hoping that he takes them. He turns up as expected while I'm cooking dinner.