The teeth of those horrible clamps seemed to chew more painfully into her flesh than before! Sister Mary Katherine became more and more irrational."Ch...ist, give 'er the juice so we can get some peace!" Joe shouted over the nun's desperate cries.From behind another door, the other nuns could be heard calling out, beating their fists against the wood."Now," Jack said, his voice hardening, "we're gonna get rough."Sister Mary Katherine jerked her head around, her teeth gripping the rubber wedge as. What’s the problem? He steps nearer. The space between us is but a heartbeat. I look into his eyes. The sexual intensity sears me in place. ‘Are we really going to quibble over something as inconsequential as names?’ His breath is warm on my face causing my skin to heat and respond. ‘What was I supposed to call you?’ I parried, breathless with anticipation. ‘Master, pretty one.’ and then he kisses me. There are kisses that explore, kisses that tempt, and then kisses that devour. He tasted. The moans were clearly audible as Becky took the entire length in one single thrust. She let out a deep moan then whispered.“Fuck me!”In all our years together, those words never left Becky’s lips during any of our many lust crazed sex sessions.Bob began to play with Becky’s tits gently, but Becky let out a little squeal.“Be careful with my nipples, they were only pierced this morning!”Did I hear right? I played the tape back and heard Becky repeat the phrase.The cheating whore had gone and got. I'm the lard ass who is out of shape, remember?" You swam farther on Friday." Yes, and I collapsed at the end. I'm not going to do that this time." I'll be at the pickup spot from 0400 on, I don't care what the plan was." Four in the morning?" Uhm ... no. Four in the afternoon. 1600 hours, I guess ... and every ninety minutes thereafter. You can get there anytime, and I'll be there to pick you up. And feel free to call me if you're in between pickup times. Nobody is going to be listening to our.