I can feel the fire in this fat pussy , and the wetness is so refreshing" he says. "Call me Master and beg me for my dick" He snarls. "Please Master c...n I have a little bit of that dick " AS he slowly inserts his dick into me, he stops at 4' . I beg him to please give me more. "Master please, just a little more. You know I need a least 8' to satisfy, Master please." I beg . At that moment I was able to move again and I began to lift my body to get a little more of that dick. "I decided to see. Now I knew I could not only do these things, but that I liked these things, at least with him. Did that mean I was gay? I recalled the shame and guilt I felt after that night on the boat years ago, when I’d had my only encounter with another man. I didn’t feel that shame and guilt now. I felt, well, like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt liberated, in a way. I thought about the women I’d slept with, about the wife I’d once fucked with such abandon, about the feel of her lovely,. I was excited just to be next her and could already feelmy panties getting wet. Part of me felt guilt by the fact she was a Nun,but I could not help myself. I wanted her. It was a simple as that. Ialso felt she wanted me. Call it a woman's intuition.Sister, "are you ok"?, I asked.Sister Anne nodded, "yes, just a little tired Gloria, I should be gettingto bed soon".I reached over to take her hand and gently squeezed it. Sister Anneresponded by clasping her other hand over mine and looked at me.. Later Kitty caught up with me again and said that several of her private booths were quite interesting. Most of the women were topless or nude whenever she brought them another round of drinks. In one of the booths the men had shoved the table over to the other backrest and had the three women on top of the table with the three men fucking them as she entered. She also knew from previous trips in there that the men were not fucking their own wives either. She suggested that I change the name of.