She was dressed in an ordinary frock and seemed to be in charge - and she spoke English."Who are you and why have you come here? This is a Convent and...a Retreat for abused women. We do not allow men here." I'm sorry, madam, but have had an accident and I fell through your Entry Door. Can I change into these somewhere, s'il vous plait?"She helped me to a small bedroom on the first floor. I had difficulty walking up the stairs and my arm hurt."This is the bedroom that is used by the priest when. It was a pink laced thong. Suddenly I hear. Jue like what jue see amigo? I turn quickly to the door. Its Stracy. Shes standing there in this tight white dirty tank top. No bra on and her nipples are hard and trying there hardest to pierce through that ever so thin tight shirt of hers. Along with that, she's wearing these high but loose pajama shorts on which look as though they are giving her a bit of camel toe.With a nervous crack in my voice I respond with. Oh hey stracy. No I was just doing. Both were still dressed but all over one another. He was tall with broad shoulders and a scruffy, unshaved look that worked on him. She was nearly his height, all leg, with luscious tits spilling out of her dress. I wanted to bury my face in them. I must have caught their attention because they came over to talk to me. We hit it off, laughing, and enjoying the show in the main room. When she leaned over, her lips and breath tickling my ear, to ask if I wanted to play with them upstairs, I. You put your arms around me and hold me tight, you kiss my forehead before telling me to look at you "are you sure you want this, slut?" i nod my head emphatically and smile at you, "yes Master". "Get in the bath and kneel in the middle, facing the taps" "Yes Master" I kiss you once more, before pulling the shower curtain to one side and climb into the bath, i turn around slowly, looking at you over my shoulder and kneel with my arms across my chest, in the Egyptian position you love so much. I.