“I am sorry Nisha. I really misunderstood”, I apologised.“Go away. I am a whore. You shouldn’t talk with a slut”, she cried.I began apologis...ng again and again. I was really sorry.“I am really sorry Nisha. I though it was some guy and I really lost my temper. I thought you had a boyfriend”, I said.“Even if I had why do you care? ” she cried again.“Because I love you god dammit!! And I care about you. I don’t like people starring at you. People calling you a slut. I can’t see some weird asshole. Now about Kiran, she was Fair, very fair, like a Kashmiri girl, but a Delhite, had sexy boobs 38C which were visible through her transparent top and a lovely figure. We started chatting and Neha was playing around on my thigh and I had my arm around her.Vijay brought out some Beer and Vodka. I had a chilled beer and Kiran and Neha had a vodka. Kiran downed the 1st Vodka within minutes and was on her 2nd. By now her inhibitions were slowly going away and now she had shifted to my other side. She. She made it clear that it would not include overt sexual affection, but rather hugs, pecks on cheeks or just being close to either of us while doing normal things. Those behaviours weren’t different than before things had changed between all of us. However, she was astute enough to know that jealousy could rear its ugly head. Especially between guys who now would know that she was being intimate with the other man in the room. She also asked that if I had problems that caused me feelings of. The young nun felt the blade cutting into her cunt lips, leaving tiny slits in the swollen flesh. Her cunt juice flowed into the small cuts, creating a kind of hot, searing pain that was mixed with the thrill of the direct contact of knife against pussy.Sister Mary Katherine writhed, yammering once more for mercy and getting none.Jack slipped the blade back toward her asshole, cutting another long pink path along her thighs toward her ass.Sister Mary Katherine knew she was shaming herself right.