The dark haired woman sat on the settee her legs curled under her; she worea pair of pyjamas. The blond sat on the floor her head resting on the thigh...f the woman she called Pauline, Pauline was stroking her hair, running herhand around to the neck of the nightdress and sliding down to caress her breasts,a log fire burnt bright in the hearth. One man slid the screwdriver under the window and used a credit card to slidethe catch across, slowly he got in, dropped to the floor and opened the. One second there was no one there, and the next, they were within touching distance. One looked at something in his hand. “He isn’t armed,” he told his buddy.“Who are you, and what the hell do you want?” he growled, playing the part, although he knew they were Matthews’ people.“You know who we are, so let’s can the bullshit,” the taller one said.“Where the hell did you come from?” he continued with his belligerent act. Deep down, he was very impressed. Few people could sneak up on him. None, . Severia who accepted the paddle with a clear sign of satisfaction on her face,she stared at Lorrine with a strange look,Lorraine guessed that the nun was getting some sexual enjoyment out of what she would be doing to Lorraine. "Bend over the table Lorraine,both Sr.Severia and myself will paddle you,"Reverand Mother said."Please,Reverand Mother,I promise I won't do it again,"was all Lorraine could come up with as she stared at the two paddles,the ones with the holes bored through them,now in. The dimples on her cheeks, almost indistinguishable now, only a few minutes ago I witnessed those dimples as they were pronounced profoundly descending on each cheek into her mouth as she applied suction to our boy meat.While her stance is wavering the sun is commencing to shine through the window, the pure white snow has ended its earlier fury, indecisive on what or where she goes, not a lot of options for her to single out. She could depart to the bathroom, grab the pale yellow panties.