“I’ll hold on to this.”Eddie and I were the only ones kept after, which made it a light day for discipline, by Sister Margaret’s standards. Af...er the lines were called, and the kids all left, and Lisa touched my shoulder and gave me a sad look on her way out, Eddie and I sat at our desks for like half an hour, waiting for the ax to fall.Sister went off to do something. They always do. They like to make you sweat. When she came back, I was expecting another foot session or something, but nothing. She was standing in the doorway wearing a black, lacy, see through piece of lingerie. I was totally surprised that she would let Jay see her in something like that. You could see her perky tits through the top and the skirt barely covered up her ass. She looked totally fuckable. She just walked over to the bed and as she did she said, "Sorry boys, this is all I brought to wear to bed. This and about three other ones sort of like this one." I don't think Jay nor I minded at all since both of us. I can't live without it. She used the butterfly vibrator, jiggling herself into several totally ga-ga climaxes. Then she used the bathtub running water trick Karen had taught her long ago, doing it several nights in succession and coming exuberantly, biting into a wet washcloth to keep the sounds from echoing in her bathroom.Finally, her breasts were healed. She examined them carefully in the mirror. No marks, no yellowish bruises. Her nipples were as sensitive as ever, and even checking out. So at the age of 19, when I was pursuing my post graduation, my dad decided to get me married, I never had a choice, so he chose my would-be husband, who comes from a very rich background, let me call him as Ravath ( name changed ), he was amazingly handsome, well built, well behaved, everything about him was amazing, we got married in a grand setup, a destination wedding in Udaipur, marriage was something which was the town talking. I was still a virgin, on my first night, I was a nubile.