?Yes,? I said not wishing Roger to regainthe initiative, ?Our bodies could get severely sunburned if our skin is notcovered.??You will be given native...clothing afterany sentence the court imposes has been completed.? That reminded me again ofthe caning or whipping we were likely to get and I just prayed that the Majordid indeed use his influence to get our sentence reduced or better still,squashed. I guessed that I would have to be ?nice? to the Major in order tokeep our punishment to the. He'd made all hismoney selling defective software to corporate morons, and hadnever needed to worry about investing it. But he was now veryinterested in the subject. No one could explain it.The next morning Gordon awoke screaming. He had tits - largeones. After calming down a little, he summoned the doctoragain. The doctor once again had no explanation to give him. He drew some blood to get some tests done, but there wasnothing else to be done.Gordon's panicked mind was not thinking too. ‘Turn-about is fair play,’ Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey said with a laugh as he dove into his wife’s swampy pussy, slurping up most of the cum cocktail immediately, then paying careful attention to her rosebud, making sure it was spic & span, gently probing with the stiffened tip of his tongue as she gasped and writhed beneath him. Then he put his full attention to her pussy and thighs, not stopping until she was clean and glistening. ‘Oh, I just love it when you come home all worked up,’. I struggle to push you off of me. You say just calm down you will like it. You slide my lace panties off my ass and down my legs I am so embarrassed that I got so wet from sucking you, pushing my skirt up you find the core of my wetness and start rubbing it oh god this is not the job I was hired to do but it feels so good. You pull your cock out again it is hard and pulsating; I think you are going to ram it into me so I open wide you snicker "Thought you wanted out?" instead of ramming it.