He’d told me that he was forty and married…he looked the right age.I invited him in, closed the door and locked it. We looked each other over a li...tle (I pointedly stared at his crotch) I placed my hands on my hips and said something like, “So…you want to sample the goods before tomorrow?” He laughed a little laugh and answered that he’d watched me on the cam for a while and said that he’d been so hard he had to jack-off. When the other guy left it hit him to try and see what happened…he was. Not many of us like washing dishes, but many like baking. To some, the mopping is a chore, to others mopping is better than having to fetch water. So too, this privy duty may be to your liking or not, but we all have to take our turns. Except in this case, you would find more than enough of the other Sisters who enjoy the duty, to take your burden upon their ... um, shoulders. The friars of the abbey milk the cows for the benefit of us all, in this holy community. We of this Order have a. I’d noticed him. I’d masturbated while thinking about him. I didn’t know his name, but when I thought about him, I referred to him as, “Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome,” in my mind. He walked to a locker with no more than a cursory glance at me. After dialing the combination into the padlock, he opened the locker and started taking off his clothes. He pulled his shirt off and I sure did like what I saw. I was going to have a great jack-off session when I got home. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. "These panties areruined!" I wanted to rinse them out and wash them right then, but itwould have to wait until later. "And no, I can't have a period," Isaid. "Only regular girls like you and Mom can have them." Then why were you bleeding?" she asked."Because I had some sex, and it was a little rough," I answered. Shemight as well know the truth. I was tired of hiding my real self, andstill annoyed at ruining my panties, and at Mommy saying what she did.I felt a little bad for taking it out.