Eventually you stand by the side of my face and using my hair you raise m a few inches from the table top. Working at the cloth in my mouth you pull i... out, sweet relief for me as the pressure is gone but leaving my mouth bone dry. Trying to lick my lips there is no saliva left at all and you smile. ‘I’ll give you something to drink later if you behave. Now lets begin...’ The words hang heavy in the air as you walk behind me again. Suddenly I feel a harsh, sting on my arse cheek. Looking over. Here is Jubilate in sister Helen’s translation into English. Again, please join in with the chorus...”There were gasps at the end of the first voice and chorus. Tom and I had understood that the Latin of Jubilate was obscene, but sister Helen’s translation of this song was as rude as Eskimo Nell. Again there were accompanying actions, very explicit.After several more songs, and one from Tom – The Good Ship Venus – I offered Abbess Mary and her nuns some champagne to celebrate the double. Standing to the left hand side of Fiona next the sofa I hooked my fingers into the frilly seams of her knickers and slowly eased them down. First over her smooth ass cheeks then with a little yank I freed them from the folds of her moist cunt and eased them to the floor round her ankles. Fiona stepped out of them like she had a million times before but remained in the bent over position holding her ankles. Open your legs a little, show him how wet your pussy is. I stood up and pulled her bum. His CAP score had been held down by his belief that his father, and his views, should at least be given credence. Even so he’d scored high enough to be eligible to volunteer to his father’s apparent disgust. The test had only been taken because it was compulsory and the school he’d been attending didn’t request explicit permission from the students’ parents before submitting them for examination.That his views had changed in the past twelve months was a secret that he’d hidden from his parents,.