He examined her for some moments in silence, before asking, "Why are you here?"Sister Lucia didn't know what to say as her thoughts ran wildly over po...sible answers. Should she say she was a sinner? Should she say it was the Bishop's suggestion? Did the question only refer to her being in his study, in which case should she say that the servant brought her?It appeared that the question was rhetorical, as the Monsignor continued, "You are here because Mother Church has not finally decided that. We both stood there looking at each other, thinking the same thing. Maybe it wasn’t the bracelet. That may only help.On the way home we had to stop for gas. Before I could say anything, mom jumped out and did it all. She even went inside and paid for it naked.Mom gave a big “WHOO-HOOO!”, and bust out laughing that she actually went out in public with no clothes on. She even flashed some truckers on the way home, and so did I, wild giggles pouring from my belly. We had a true naked bonding. " 'How are you doing mate?' Would have been the rest of his introduction had he not seen me tied up, gagged and blindfolded in my red speedos.Alex didn’t speak any more but I gasped, as well as I could manage to gasp when he touched my erect cock through the red lycra of my speedos.He started rubbing my cock, it felt amazing. His second hand was rubbing my balls, which from previous experience, Alex knows I like. It wasn’t long until I climaxed filling my speedo with my cum. I had to calm. Then Manchester would be a useful stopping off point on my way south. The New Year was not a big English Celebration. Of course, I hadn’t the faintest idea where Sarah lived in London. Hell, I’d only been there twice in my life, so she told me that she would meet me at Watford Tube station. This amused me, for I knew that to a true Londoner like Sarah, Wogs (any foreigner) begin at Watford and in her letters to me, it had become clear that Sarah would never be happy outside the area served by.