Bill stopped me from sitting back, instead grabbing me and pulling my face towards his cock. “That’s right faggot boy, suck up your cum and clean...off Daddy’s cock.” He held my head firmly as he moved his cock across my face and in and out of my hungry mouth. My face was coated in a layer of my own cum and salvia as Bill began slowly and rhythmically fucking my face. “Daddy’s gonna cum, boy. Daddy’s gonna cum in his faggot boy’s mouth, you’re gonna eat two tasty loads”As Bill held my head, I. She didn't take any food until Kara noticed, and told her to eat. After dinner, Carol cleared the table and stayed in the kitchen to wash the dishes. Kara went to the parlor and sat in an overstuffed chair to relax a little. Her workout had been very strenuous. She closed her eyes for a minute and fell asleep. When she awoke from her nap, Carol was sitting at her feet, leaning against her chair. She just sat there watching her like a faithful little puppy dog. Kara stood up and helped Carol to. Sister Mary, meek as Gwendolyn, quiet and passive. Without a single desire but to fulfill the wishes of Abbess Clarissa. It was only in my imagination at first that Cordelia would visit me. I would invent scenarios, fantasies of how she might sneak into my cell. Particularly in the wee hours of the night when all was quiet, but my soul was turbulent with visions of her voluptuous form assailing me. Merely to sleep, merely to put an end to my torment, I would give in to my desire for her,. Most of my clothing was elsewhere -- still in the kitchen, maybe? But who needs clothing?I stripped off Tad's jockey shorts again -- it was the only item of clothing he'd put back on -- and we both got into the shower stall in the guest bathroom. It wasn't very big -- it was one of those abbreviated tub-shower set-ups -- but we were still feeling friendly and we cleaned each other thoroughly before turning off the water and drying each other off.By that time, a distinct thumping sound could be.