Finally, Sister Elizabeth told me to come back at lunchtime and she would decide what my punishment would be.As I turned to leave, I said, "I really a... sorry, Sister. It's just that life is worth living, and people who take it for granted or don't care if they live or die, they need to take a serious look at the alternative."Sister Elizabeth nodded solemnly and said she would see me at lunch."Are you in deep shit?" asked Wendy when I caught up with her."Not as deep as that new girl, Helen. At. I could almost feel it as I tickled and gently slapped at my clit. "Oh God!" That was enough and I came there and then. Spilling pussy juice out onto my bed sheets and causing my pussy muscles to contract and throb. "Mmmmm....I could really go a good stiff cock right now!" I got up and tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom for a shower. The water was lovely and cool and I stood under it's spray rubbing soap suds over my breasts and between my legs. I knew myself well enough to know that I. What about Catherine would make a good role-play?" "Well, she was sexually voracious throughout her life. Right up until her death. Had many, many different lovers and when she was sixty she took up with Prince Platon Alexandrovich Zubov who was twenty-two. You've still got to do the 'Mature' category for your Omni-thingy and I thought this would fit the bill." So basically I'd be some gout-ridden, fat, saggy-tittied, old crone and you'd be a strutting young virile peacock with a resplendent. This so easy sexual corruption was very new to Wilson but honestly, he liked and even enjoyed it a lot. Mr. Wilson took a step back, added some lube to his fingers and began digging into Wilson’s tight and no more virgin anus. Of course, Wilson just could not relax right away but he found it a lot easier to sigh and moan with the joy of being stretched open from behind while Justin worked so prudently on his cock. Sir Roth was encouraging Wilson with a smile to take it nice and easy to feel.