He took his cock in his hand and I watched as he stroked up and down. My tongue darted out, instinctively licking my lips. "You want to taste it?" he...asked. "Yes master, please sir," I whispered. He chuckled and I saw his dick harden, his hand clenching around it. "Sorry, bad girls don't get their treats," he murmured. A whine escaped my lips as he grabbed my chin with his free hand, directing my eyes to his. "Now don't you wish you would have listened?" he asked. I nodded and wriggled. Too, her agile tongue played all around the sensitive edges of my ass before lapping upward and circling my too-sensitive clit. I was in a daze of sensation, and I could feel the juices flowing incessantly from my cunt onto her lips and tongue. All the while my breasts seemed to swell under the double sensation of my fingers on the engorged nipples and Monique’s operations on my pussy. Several times I was on the verge of orgasm, and each time Monique pulled me back from the edge, prolonging. I don't know how they do it. They are always traveling and seem to live in the saddle. The mission here in Kentucky covers such a vast area. They seldom have time to rest, and it can't be good for their health," she told the girls before getting back to the situation at hand."Father Badin is scheduled to be here on Sunday, the 18th, to celebrate Mass. Do you live in Lexington?" she asked looking over at the three of us males in our uniforms."Our Headquarters is at Hickory Hill, ma'am," I told. When I woke up Rina was sitting in a chair next to me with a mug of amazing smelling chicken soup. It was its aroma that woke me up. ‘My sister Carmen brought this for you. It is a secret recipe that she does not know herself but everyone feels better when they drink it.’ After a sip I said, ‘Wow, best soup I have ever tasted, have you tried it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Here, take a sip.’ ‘Wow is right. Carmen will have to bring me some. Here drink all of it and I will lick the cup.’ We laughed and I drank.