"Umm, that's nice," Sarai purred. "So, is is business or pleasure that brings you to Seattle?" Both," I answered. "I'm a nun, a Magdalenite Sister. I ...ave somethings to attend to in Seattle, but I'm hoping to experience some of the pleasure's of the Northwest."Sarai seemed puzzled. "A nun, huh? You're not what I expected." Clearly she wasn't used to a nun hitting on her, but she relaxed as I continued rubbing her foot with firm pressure, kneading her soles with my thumb. I leaned over to,. Still, she followed my order shifting around until she was lying down. She had no choice. I felt kind of bad about her getting beat up, but there was no permanent damage, and she probably deserved it. Among the additives in her medication was sodium pentethol, a truth serum, and a hormone that multiplied the female sex drive. A neural block fashioned from my DNA prevented orgasm, unless in contact with my sperm. Too bad Pammy is a lesbian.I sat in my easy chair at the head of the couch. "Now. ”“I’d think as a medical doctor, you wouldn’t need extra income.”“You’d be thinking wrong, Jason. I mean ... I’m doing all right, financially but I’m by no means wealthy. My practice serves many in the inner city, and many of those don’t have insurance, so we end up writing off a lot of our services.”“Actually, I think that’s a good and noble thing you’re doing, Aja.”“Well, thank you. At any rate, my cousin Daymon...”“He’s your Uncle O’s son?”“No -- his mom was my mom’s sister. He lives with. Once they were both firm, he pinched them and tweaked them around, like he was tuning a radio. Michelle responded to this by wrapping her arms around his back.My embarrassment grew as I watched them start to kiss. It was unbelievable. He had degraded her in front of my friends, he had fucked her ass, and he had made her cum twice, and although she hated him until about an hour ago, she was now willingly kissing him passionately. Their mouths wide open, their tongues extended, they went at each.