Francine's mother opened the door and greeted Elena. "Hello Martin. Francine is still out but she was supposed to have been home half an hour ago." I ...as just leaving my car for her to use as I won't be free myself to pick her up for the party. We're meeting there instead." Yes, she said before she left. Do you want to come in for a while in case she gets back?" I can only stay for a little while but I guess I should speak to her if I can." He" went inside and then said "After you" so. After that we met nearly every week in different places, and sometimes I would stay with her at her house when her husband was out of town. She had almost no limits and I quickly found out she loved anal and would even rim me. She enjoyed role play, watching porn, masturbating in front of me (and others). She loved dangerous situations where we could be caught and once had me sneak into their home and had me fuck her in the living room while her husband was watching TV in their family room.One. She held her breath, believing, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her, but at the same time, knowing she was in the presence of a wild thing and there was no protective barrier to save her. No silver cross or bullet or what ever it was that gave protection from such an otherworldly thing.He smelled of earth, of dew and of blood. The cloying smell of blood was the worst and she thought the hardest to ignore. She opened her mouth to speak some words, perhaps of welcome, but his tongue passed her. But when she was 19, she had a near death experience. She gave herself over to Christ and became a nun.However, after ten years of serving the church, her body felt a different yearning. It needed sexual fulfillment. And a chance meeting between myself and her at the supermarket led to one.She was dressed in her habit, and me, wearing a Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans, made quite the odd pair. I convinced her to come back to my apartment so we could talk. She seemed nervous, but also felt.