Young mistress Angela had decided to assume the name of Sister Mildred because her Aunt Mildred was exceedingly generous to her family in both funds a...d provisions after the announcement of Angela’s commitment to her new calling.Now that the first year was completed, Sister Mildred was assigned a cell of her own so that her prayers and her use of flagellation tools on her sinful flesh did not distract another Sister in training. She preferred to bare her rump and use either her favorite riding. She looked tired, small, frail, frightened even as she came through reception after getting customs clearance."Sarah, how nice to see you!" I declared, as I saw her across the room.She smiled nervously, "Hello Sir, what are you doing here?" she asked."Come to give you a lift." I announced."Oh, my Mum and Dad are coming for me," she replied, "You should have said." Shall we get something to eat in the Canteen?" I suggested."Yes, why not, I was hoping for a pub meal really, a chance to look like. Her hand hanging at her side moved over and started to fondle my now rock hard cock. She lifted her head, looked at me and smiled, "Hi Donny. What are you doing in my shower? Where are my clothes? What am I...". She paused for a second and opened her eyes wide. "Oh God, is that you penis?" Yea mom. You're a little drunk and I'm cleaning you up before bed, that's all.". And then it crossed my mind, I would love to make love to my mother again!". With my free hand, I carressed her body as I. My head darted around the stockroom, quickly checking to see if I was alone before grabbing both pairs of shoes, frantically stuffing them down the front of my baggy trouser pants.I raced to the staff room, jamming them into my backpack, making sure no one caught me in the act. For the rest of the day, my heart pumped hard inside my chest at the thought of being caught with a stolen pair of women's shoes in my bag.What would I say if someone found them? What excuse could I possibly give to.