You’re not a monk.”The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, The same man breaks down in fron... of the same monastery. The monks again accept him, feed him, and again fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply again “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”The man says, “All right, all right. I’m dying to know. If the only way I can find out. "I've been good too, haven't I?" I said, making puppy dog eyes.She teasingly appeared to consider my point very carefully, and then let me off the hook. She smiled brightly, and produced one more package of crackers. Her eyes grew serious for a moment, as she veered onto a touchy subject."Have you started writing again?" she wondered in a soft voice, her hand resting on my forearm.My tight-lipped expression answered for me, in the negative. I loved everything about my life at present, but she'd. Mistress Rebecca whispered to me ‘we have had to put a few stitches into your clit to close the damage up. It looks a little ugly but if I have my way with you that won’t matter much.’ What did that mean I thought? What was to become of me? ‘I am negotiating with your mistress to purchase you. If it all works out I shall have your fate in my hands soon.’ Mistress Rebecca laughed as she said this. Eventually I was released and managed to hobble to my room. After undressing I looked at the damage. Id also think about how I came inside of her pussy too. Did she ever get pregnant? It was a thursday morning when I got a call from Taylor asking me to pick Alisbeth up from work. To this point I assumed he was unaware of what happened and I had no intentions on telling him either. Yeah of course Tay. What time? I asked. 8 tonight, drop her off at my place. My tire is flat or else Id get her myself. Taylor told me. No worries man, glad I can help I said hanging up the phone. Instantly I began.