“Just go in and ask for a private booth”, he had told me. So why was I out in my truck instead of inside getting my cock sucked by an anonymous wh...re? I was fighting a moral dilemma. You see, I am married, happily married in fact, with two kids, a teenage son and daughter. But with Brittany’s new promotion causing her to work late most days, and both the kids at various sport practices after school, I found the weekday afternoons home alone to be empty. Add the fact that my wife and I. We of this Order have a similar, but private milking to take care of. Now, follow me."The elder woman led the fresh faced maid down some steps and through an underground cellar shared between the nunnery and the neighboring abbey. She continued her lecture, "We don't actually have technical ownership, if it can be called that, it, he, it, is ours to ... eh, enjoy – I would say. I do find the task stimulating myself and quite ... pleasurable. As you will as well, when your hour comes, I imagine.. I was flattered but was trying my hardest to say no to her. Then during Lockdown we started to chat online daily. She was very flirtatious and talk quickly shifted away from work. I am not sure how it developed but we were not only sharing stories about our sex lives and fantasies but were soon swapping naked photos. Her naked body turned me on but under Lockdown I had little freedom to wank at home. We chatted a lot about what we would do when we met up and agreed to see how things went, but. We snapped away, not really believing this was still happening. Over the next five minutes, Bill and Veronica changed position and pose many times so we could all get shots of her pussy taking him in. She sat astride him on the chair, doggy on the carpet, good old missionary, etc. We got good and close at times to really see the action. At one point I got hold of Veronica’s bottom and pulled it slightly upwards so I could see Bill’s prick entering her pussy better. Bill looked at me with a sort.