I pulled up in the driveway nothing had changed in the last week, I walked up to the porch and knocked on the door. A moment later the door opened by...the husband, he had on a short white bath robe fresh from the bath, he said the wife was in the bedroom waiting. She had on white slip with black garter belt and stockings that showed thru. She said her husband had something to show me, and he took off the robe. She said she enjoyed me being shaved and they decided to do him also, she had. ”“What do you mean by sexy boxing?”“Just some soft punching. You know. Punch my chest a bit. And maybe punch my stomach. But not too hard.”“Have you ever boxed yourself?”“No, Mistress. But I’ve watched plenty of boxing on television. And you know I’m in good shape. I keep imagining how erotic it would be if you were to punch me a bit.”“Anything else?”“Could you punch my cock and balls, too?”She looked at me as if she were really impressed. “I’d love to punch your cock and balls.”“Not too. ”“Let me see it.”I took it out and held it low at my side, balled up in my fist. Sister yanked it out of my hand.“I’ll keep this, since you have no interest in it,” she said. “And if you cannot dress decently, you might as well not dress at all. Take off every stitch of your clothing.”The message went over my head. A nun would never say anything like that, so, obviously, Sister Lucretia could not possibly have said what I just heard. I stood there some more, looking stupid.“Miss Beaver, we can. This wish business sounded dangerous. ‘Can you advise me about my choices?’ he asked. ‘If you want. Whether my advice will do you any good is a matter of opinion. You can ask.’ ‘So, hypothetically, if I were to wish to become attractive to young girls, what would your advice be?’ ‘Don’t.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘There are several errors in that hypothesis. You might become attractive but could find those you attract are not attractive to you. If a plain girl or a girl who had traits that you detest were to.