Then she paused for several seconds as I came down from the jolt, and then flicked my clit again three times. She was bringing me to the edge then wai...ing. She kept doing this several times, and my body started going rigid with anticipation of cumming.Finally, she took pity on me and pressed hard with her tongue on my clit and rubbed back and forth, over and over. After only a few seconds, I was cumming even harder than before, my body writhing with ecstasy.I didn't know how long it took me to. ." I glanced at Angela and she nodded, " ... the one who came in here tonight. What's her name?" Ellen," Saul said softly. "Sister Ellen Sawyer." Sister?" Angela smiled at that. "She's a nun?" Yes," he nodded."Where is she now?" I asked gently, reasonably."Seventh floor, with the FBI people," Saul told us."Do you want to fuck me, Saul?" I leaned close, staring into his big brown eyes. "Do you want to love me?" Yeah," he breathed."I'll let you do it." I caressed his cheek and he turned his head. I wanted to see it so I asked her to lie back and I saw what has to be one of the best pussies I have ever seen. It was shaved completely, and there were two small lips protruding with just a hint of wetness. I opened those lips and her whole honey-pot also opened. I spent some time licking, fingering, tonguing and kissing that pussy. It tasted so good, looked so good that my cock reminded me that he needed to get in there.So I slipped a condom on, and slowly I pushed my cock in. It was so. The man who just took her out of her own house had now stepped into the car and started driving. Paige now felt how cold it was on this late November night. After all, she was still just wearing her tiny black thong and her thin white shirt. She didn’t feel her feet any more, but she wasn’t sure whether that was because of the cold or the pointy stones on the garden path. Paige looked at the guy next to her, as he drove off in the night. He didn’t look her in the eyes, whenever he looked at.