She was impatiently moving her body but I inserted my one hand under her back and other hand under her thighs and lifted her up and laid her on my bed...on her back. I saw her eyes were opened wide in unbelief. I tied her hands over her chest, so it was making problem for me. I untied her hands and lifted upwards and took her hands over her head. Then I inserted the end of the shari through the window grill and retied her hands tightly. She could not move from my bed. Though she was throwing her. It was like entering a different world. She was standing in a foyer, painted in soft pleasant colors. Some music was playing in the distance and she could smell something cooking, even through the strong scent of the Halls in her mouth. The door struck a bell as it closed, creating a soft ringing. As she stood, wondering where to go, footsteps and a woman, dressed in a traditional nun’s habit turned the corner. ‘Welcome to our sanctuary. My name is Sister Anne, but you can call me Anne. Are you. . cant get enough of you... my moans fill your mouth as our kiss deepens... your arms raise me up... leaning me back over a large rock behind me... your hands grip my legs... raising them over your shoulders...The spray from the water covering my body... your hands moving to softly cup my breasts... leaning between my legs... your tongue licks slowly around my ripe nipple... my hands slide over your head... delightful shivers move throughout my body... your tongue moving in a slow circle.... I usually performed my bar duty around lunchtime every Friday, after all the booze that was needed had been delivered to our premises. Thankfully, attendance at the bar was not obligatory, and Gerald and I were the only two guys that never did so. Gerald never touched alcohol, and having grown up with an abusive alcoholic father had a complete aversion to liquor.As I was busying myself with this task one Friday there was a knock on the bar door. Upon opening the lock Gerald stood staring at me..