This teen titles third chapter.Whereas the three above are all from Sweden, the next nuns and their novice come from the Americas. Both nuns are quite...petite, shorter even than Ashtyn, while the Swedish nuns are as tall as Priest Professor Peter, the only man to live with them in their walled compound of a few dozen hectares.The Swedish nuns have roots in Russia. They are related to the Ras-Putin bunch, which is why they left their Fatherland as soon as the Wall fell to live in the Mothers'. I assume she is being picked up. A short time later I feel myself being lifted. I am carried back to the bedroom.I feel Pete taking off the leather cuffs off my ankles. I he now moves to my wrists. He takes the handcuffs off. I feel myself starting to feel depressed that it is over already. I feel limp all over. I want to cry. I wait for the tape gag to be taken off. "You have ten minutes to get undressed and change to what is placed on your bed for you to sleep in. Suggest you take this time. "Please tell me, please tell me," said Michelle begged in a voice like a child at Christmas, demanding she be allowed to open her presents early, excited about be able to learn something about her mother's kinky past. "OK," said Julie, deliberately drawing out the anticipation, "but before I tell the story, there are some rules to which you must agree." Michelle eagerly nodded her head in response. Julie went on, “first, you don’t breath a word to anyone who is not named in the story." . He smiled at me and gave me a wolf whistle, which he repeated when Mom came in. She was wearing a pair of extremely low cut and skin-tight pants in a stretchy blue fabric; they didn’t have a zipper down the front but a pair of zippers, one at each hip. She was also wearing a sheer white blouse and sheer white camisole; both were transparent but together they hid enough to be street-legal - it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. We were both wearing some serious heels.Daddy pulled on his.