Meanwhile, the grandma attacked the other male cook and Mireya and Chrissy ganged up on the female one.“What are your names, sisters?” I now asked...the nuns as they giggled a bit.“I’m Sister Agnes and she’s Sister Charlotte! You like us, huh? We can stay with you? I’m afraid we’ll be kicked out of our order when Sister Harriet learns of this incident. We’re supposed to be brides of Christ, but we’ve been very naughty, very unfaithful,” one of the sisters told me as I thrust some more inside her. This was going to be something really special. A few days later we drove down to the cottage in the remote Herefordshire-Welsh Marches. The cottage was small, made of local stone and had a slate roof. It was on a small river that drained into the Wye about three miles from the nearest settlement. We used the cottage as a retreat from our busy lives, preferring the tranquillity of the Black Mountains hinterland to the sun resorts of Spain or Portugal. The drive was several hours and we arrived. . just because of the movies ... My friends have never actually told me about their house or having a butler or ... MAIDS! There were maids! two women who wore ... rather tight skimpy clothing. I guess that was her husband's idea seeing as how my best friend would never even be seen herself in something less than pants and a regular t-shirt."Are you Hallow?" he asked seeming to look me over."Yes," was all I could mutter still amazed by the size of the house."Right this way," he said motioning. The captain said-No one fucks queen until our prince sees the queen. Soldiers said-Yes sir.They made foods and ate, the soldier who was looking after the queen went to her to feed her.He started to feed her and also was checking her breasts. She cried-Please kill me, do not hand me over to the merchants. He smiled and said-You are very beautiful, killing you will be wastage of your assets. After he is done feeding her he kissed her and then told her to sleep.In the morning everybody started to.