His trust into me forced my face harder into her pussy. I was overwhelmed by the situation. I wanted to enjoy licking Missy, but at the same time wa...ted to concentrate the feeling of her husband’s long strokes into my ass. Soon I was enjoying both as I matched his rhythm. I licked up her slit to her clit as he pushed into me and down as he pulled back. Missy had her hands on my head and I noticed each twitch and was able to tell she was on the verge of coming. Her pushed my head down as. I figured she'd check late in the day to see when I got home and then she'd probably text me clues to find her surprise.I got home right at five o'clock – about a half-hour or so earlier than usual. I strolled into the house expecting the noise of the TV or to see Melissa, our sitter, at the kitchen counter doing her homework, but in a way where she could keep an eye on the kids. I saw none of that.Instead, there was Melissa in all her teenage glory. She was on the kitchen counter beautifully. I again breathed in deeply. Every smell was so clean and fresh. As I lingered in the soft embrace. I felt a warmth swirl over me. Before I could wonder what I felt, a warm intense thought envelope in my mind. In the same instant I smelled her. I felt the hunger of her mouth sucking me deeply into her mouth, my moan speaking the words that described how badly I had been missing her. The vibration of her voice spoke through me. Rapidly as she answered my own words. She loved me. She often said. "You may call me, the Puppet Master. Master if you're feeling kinky."The nun blushed. She was now completely enthralled. She didn't think to ask how he knew where the monastery was, making his way through the twisting streets. He did a scan and found a place where no one's mind was thinking of going, avoiding where anyone was he guided her to the top of the belfry. He closed the door, locking it behind him."Now, strip," he commanded.The nun did as commanded, slowly peeling off layer upon layer..