KK: Let’s fix itHolding her beautiful hand, I led her to the barbershop. It was empty. The barber had probably stepped out for a smoke break. I pick...d up a trimmer, and she stood with her back to me.In less than a minute, I trimmed the loose strands around her silky smooth neck, lined up her sides, and brushed away the clippings. Then held up a mirror to show her.KK: Looking kissable, mwah!Manvi: Thanks, I’m for your eyes only.KK: What’s with the formals?Manvi: Guess!KK: You got the job!Manvi:. As we saw in part one, Sister Angela had a wide and varied background prior to taking up the role of “Bride of Christ” in the convent. Most of the other nuns had led a sheltered life before turning to a life on their knees in prayer. Angela had spent a lot of time on her knees before taking up the cloth, but it wasn’t for the purpose of communication with a higher power.Now that she had taken her vows, Sister Angela did her best to contain her base instincts with regard to sins of the flesh,. ”“Isn’t that what he wants, people talking about the issues he’s bringing up?” Wolf asked.“What exactly is he protesting?” I asked.“Doesn’t it have something to do with police brutality?” Brook asked.“Are you sure?” I asked back.“I think so,” Tim said.“See, that right there is the problem. The issue has morphed. If you listen to the sportscasters, it’s about him kneeling, not what his cause is. I agree that racism is an important topic we need to talk about. That isn’t what this is turning. This time, when you look into my eyes, you feel a trickle of wetness begin to run down your inner thigh. You blush, not understanding what is happening. “Let me show you how I want you to undress me,” I tell you. Making sure you hold eye contact, you nod. “Kneel in front of me, with your hands behind your back,” I instruct. You obey. “Now, watch,” I say. I kick off my shoes, then slowly unbuckle my belt and slide it through the loops of my pants. Taking my time, I coil the belt and set it on.