Sat and looked out of my door room window at the quad. Finally my phone rang. It was the front desk saying I had a visitor. My smile must have been fr...m ear to ear as I walked out of my room and toward the elevator. It was finally time.The drive to Peter's house was uneventful. He didn't offer much in the way of conversation and I sat passively and watched the world go by as we climbed the roads into the Hollywood Hills in his Jag. His house was nice. Not a huge mansion, but certainly bigger. Overcome with passion and desire to be touched, she grabbed a hand and pulled it round onto her ass. “Touch me!” she said. With that command, I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed her gorgeous ass and squeezed. It felt so good and now I couldn’t stop. As she ground her clit onto my hard dick, I reached round and slipped a finger into her pussy. She was wet like I had never experienced before. She arched her back giving me better access to her pussy and I rubbed hard on her clit, slipping fingers. Her voice is like awonderful bird singing with joy! The chorus sings at Mass in the SundayMass. Franciszka never sings at the Diner though, it's just for the JesusChrist and our Father, God.She also helps for the snacks after Mass. Normally, she makes a huge cakeat her home (believe it, or not, Franciszka is a great chef) for the postMass snacks. Also, she helps for serving the snacks too.The manager of the diner asked her to get rid of her cross when she was atwork, but she almost started. .loving attention to his personal grooming. Now I can't use more wax, but I do have some delightfully...hot oils that I've warmed up. I pour some and the gentle warmth of them soothes him for a moment, then their heats kicks in as I spread them across his quaking ass cheeks. Nice and hot, and well, a little more attention to them with the paddle and...THERES"S the whimpers of pain I was looking for. Now gently slap his balls to a squeak and...put the ball gag in. As the strap snaps into place I.