She rolls over to her side.“Stay where you are!” I push her back onto her stomach.Smack.“I want to see all of your beautiful ass,” I say as I ...ee prints of my hand begin to form.“Seven.”Smack.“Eight," she says, now rocking her hips side to side, gently pushing up against my growing member.Smack.“Nine.”Smack.“Ten,” she says and finally relaxes her body. Both of her cheeks are dark red now from my alternative spanking.My fingers finding their way to her wet hole, I tease the opening before. “Don’t have an orgasm on me yet, Markey. I want to have some fun with these. Why don’t you take your mind off your cock for a bit.” Amy pushed him down to his knees. Mark unbuttoned her jeans and helped her out of them. Next her black thong came off. Mark did not hesitate to dive into her neatly trimmed pussy. His tongue pushed deep into her waiting pussy and was instantly covered in her juices. She was wetter than usual indicating to Mark that she was extremely aroused. Amy put her. She kept her pace slow, dignified. The skirt of her simple grey habit hardly moving as the hem glided across the cold, heavily worn flags. There was allegory there. The seemingly impervious stone, worn down into a dip in the centre through centuries of tread, barefoot and soled. Along with the countless scrubbing of initiates and punished sisters. Her hem continued its light caress as she reflected on the, almost quarter century of servitude to her Lord. Almost a quarter of a century. That made. There’s love out there, for all of us. You just have to find it.”I leaned in, gave Maggy a gentle kiss on the cheek. “We’re all your friends, Maggy Black. Unless something changes, we won’t be your lovers. But we’ll be your friends, the shoulders you can cry on, the people you can share your darkest secrets with, the people you can scream to about how life sucks.”“Thank you. Um, I hate to say this, but right now, I’m incredibly turned on. But ... and don’t take this the wrong way, because I.