I kept the look in my eyes like I was a little on edge, but I felt I might be wanting whatever it was I was about to receive. A shiver ran down his s...in as Mr. Nash grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back further. I could feel the air against my now fully revealed neck. I let out a long moan as Mr. Nash’s tongue made its way across it. I was still a little confused as to what was going on. A few minutes ago Mr. Nash was this teacher that I hated for being another gay hater, but now he. The monks take a vow of poverty, but that does not apply to their common areas. I was surrounded both by monks with ceremonial weapons and my own Royal Guard with more modern weapons. Not that the two sides would go to war with each other. Within the city limits of Babylon, and even worldwide under some special circumstances, command authority of the Guard falls to the head monk of Babylon. If he ordered my Guard to kill me, they would, as long as the order was seen to be a sacred one flowing. Creating little pussy spasms with each step that I tried to take. It took me awhile to make it up the stairs to the shower. The cool water would feel so good against my skin. Undressing I stick my wet shorts in the clothes hamper. Right there is the panties that had been sitting on the table that my mom had worn during the making of her film. Lifting them up with a shaking hand I could feel the wetness in the crotch area. Putting them up to my nose I started to sniff taking in her. ” She moans, tossing her head back and pushing those fake tits up into the air – looking over to us, those big lips pushed out duck-faced – making sure we’re looking at her... She’s posing like a twisted fifties pin-up ... A fifties pin-up with a dog standing infront of her – licking her snatch ... She doesn’t look like she’s enjoying it too much – she’s too busy making sure she looks ‘good’. Flat belly, straight back, shoulders back, fake tits pushed out – holding the pose to look her.