He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?”The monks graciously accept him, ...ed him dinner, even fixed his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a very strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, The same man breaks down in front of the same. So I was just relaxing, not expecting company when I head a knock on the door. It was three guys from work and Daddy wasn't with them. I told them that it wasn't poker night and Daddy was busy with the white women but they said they wanted to use me anyway.I told them, oh no! Not without Daddy here, I'm his bitch and I'll only do them with his permission. They said Derrick knew and he wanted me to take care of them. I still said no because Daddy didn't tell me that. So one of them called. Finally, feeling she had done enough to fulfill Sam's orders for this stage of her ordeal, she softly tugged at his hand as it withdrew with a soft "plop". She gave him a soft kiss as she stood, hoping this would conceal her rejection and escape.Jenny gathered the shawl back around her and held her dress together as she stood and walked away.She tried to hold her small clutch purse over her crotch for some cover and went into the women's bathroom as ordered; not to use it, but to give herself,. My thoughts were continually flooded by thoughts of Alex’s dick. I was masturbating almost nightly, sometime twice. I re-lived my encounter each time, feeling the surge of his cock as his cum flooded my mouth and tongue. I decided to shave my pussy, something I hadn’t done since I was a teenager. Feeling my smooth, bald mound reminded me of Alex’s soft cock and balls. I quickly became wet and slick. A few days later, Alex slowly walk in with his eyes nearly closed and his hands holding his.